Today I got a call from one of my sons who mentioned four or five brothers. He gave me the phone number of one them who wanted me to call. I called and left a brief message. Tonight I would like to write an open letter to all my sons—some of whom I haven’t seen for awhile.
Hi to all my sons. I want to thank you for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers over the years. I would like to reminisce with you a bit—you know, going in the truck to the lagoon in Bowling Green, Celebration Station, Bok Tower, the circus, picnics at Anna Maria beach, Sunday outings after church, and high adventure in restaurants or at the mall. You remember much of this better than I do. But one thing I want to make clear—whatever I may have done for you, you gave back far more. And as you remember me, let me assure you I always remember you. What is my hope and prayer?—that you are all living positive, productive lives. I hope you have found happiness—in the right way, for the right reasons—in other words true happiness based on courage, conviction, love, compassion, and kindness. Knowing you like I do, I know you are on that journey. You were quite simply a gift to me from God. When I look back over my life, and feel that I have lived a full life, you are one of the major reasons. Let us always remember Aaron. Thank you eternally and God bless us all.
