Aaron's Story (Part 6)

Ok, so I had to work the day before Thanksgiving, the day of Thanksgiving, and would have had to work the next few days, but it didn't happen like that. I came home from work the night before Thanksgiving and poured myself a glass of wine. I don't usually drink wine, but Aaron does, or did. So, it made me feel closer to him, and managed to knock the edge off the bad day that I had. I called him at his parents house and talked to his sister who is kooky like I am. She then put me on the phone with his brother who once again, for about the 5th time since I met Aaron, told me that if I hurt his big brother emotionally, he would come hurt me physically. I reassured him that neither thing would ever happen, told him I loved him and then Jonathon passed the phone to his parents. I love Aaron's parents like they are my own. And they love me like another son. We talked for about ten minutes and then Aaron's dad handed the phone over to my sweetheart.

Aaron and I talked for about an hour. Sometimes, we had to monitor ourselves because we could talk for hours on the phone if we didn't watch it. I hung up, feeling a little better, but definitely wanting to be there with him. I worked the next day and when I got home I was very anxious to talk to Aaron. I received a promotion at work and wanted to tell him that we would have to celebrate when he got back home. But he wouldn't be coming back home to me. All of a sudden I felt this wave of fear wash over me. I didn't know where it was coming from.

When I called to talk to him, there was no answer at his parents' house. I tried back a couple more times. Then I tried his cell phone, no answer. I called his mom and dad on their cell phones, respectively. No answer on either. I was really worried now. I called his brother's phone and finally got an answer. I could tell within a couple seconds of speaking to Jonathon that something was wrong. He told me to sit down. I thought maybe something was wrong with one of their parents. I was wrong. Aaron's dad came on the phone and I could tell he had been crying. I could hear it in his voice which was shaky and cracking. He told me that there had been an accident. He told me that Aaron wanted to leave early so that he could be back in the morning, to surprise me. My heart began to sink, and I became nauseated. I could hear Aaron's mother crying in the background. "My baby boy, oh my God!" I kept hearing her say. Aaron's dad told me that he was just outside of Pennsylvania when his car collided with another one. The driver of the other car had been drinking, heavily, and that sorry miserable bastard somehow managed to live. The doctors told everyone that Aaron was killed instantly. To Be Continued...