Remembering You on Your Birthday, Brother


My wedding day dancing with Aaron


Closed casket viewing

Speaking at his burial

My dear mother speaking to her son

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Always hanging on his neck

In the waiting room of the ICU where our younger brother, Spencer, as was fighting for his life

Aaron next to our younger brother, Spencer

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Me and Aaron

Always struggling to be the center of attention. Aaron would just give it to me. ha!

Me and Aaron

Me and Aaron being silly

Aaron

Me and Aaron when we lived in Las Vegas

Me and Aaron

Me sandwiched between my two older brothers, Marcus and Aaron

Aaron with my sister Charmaine's oldest, Keira

Aaron with my daughter, Juliana

Aaron with my daughter, Juliana

Aaron with my oldest son, Michael

Me and Aaron when we lived in Las Vegas

Me and Aaron

Me still hanging on his neck. Clearly, he enjoyed it

Me and Aaron sleeping as babies

Me and my two older brothers, Marcus and Aaron

Me and Aaron shared a bedroom when we lived in Las Vegas

My dad and Aaron when we visited Ireland and England in 1995

Aaron and my two brothers, Marcus and Luke

My two older brothers, Marcus and Aaron

Aaron

My two older brothers, Marcus and Aaron

All 7 siblings at my Brother Marcus wedding

Aaron

Aaron and my younger sister Charmaine

Aaron and my younger brother and sister, Spencer and Shinade

Aaron and my younger brother and sister, Spencer and Shinade

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