Aaron Jonathon Glenroy Scott was born on December 16th 1988. He would have been 16 soon. He died on March 20th 1989, which was his grandfather's birthday and ten days after my birthday. On December 17th 1988 my foster sister gave birth to her first son Anthony.1
When Aaron was born he had a beautiful full head of hair. His little eyes were gray as the sky on a winter day. He always grasped my finger and cried if I let him go.2
On March 20th 1989 I was still having problems from giving birth to my little son. I had to go to the Doctor's office to stop the bleeding. While I was gone my foster parents babysat him. Aaron's father and I were driving home from the doctors and we saw my foster dad driving straight towards us and made us stop in the middle of the road. John, Aaron's father, got out of the car to see what was wrong. I quickly followed. The last thing on my mind was something could have happened to Aaron. I was confused and frightened and it felt like a hundred thousand, maybe more, airplanes were getting ready for take off in my stomach.3
John moved the car to the side of the road as Gerry, my foster dad, pushed me into the car. He kept saying "there's been an accident, Aaron's been hurt." All I could think was that Aaron fell off the couch and bumped his head and they took him to the hospital just to be sure.4
The only thing was that Aaron wasn't in the car.5
We got to the hospital the nurse told us that Aaron wasn't dead. But he was, it was a grave misunderstanding. He had passed. I held my little boy for the last time. I could have sworn he grabbed my hand but he didn't. He was still so damn beautiful even in death. Still beautiful.6
Three days later we went to his funeral. My mother showed up but instead of staying with me she stayed with an ex of mine and got high and drunk for a few days. She stood in the chapel and cried phony "poor me" tears. I never will forget her for that.7
Even worse than that my dad never showed up at all. He said he didn't need to because I didn't invite him. 8
At the funeral my foster mother insulted everything I wore. My mom was drunk, as usual. My Aunt was high. My mother in law told me not to cry because then she would cry. I never understood that. Never will.9
My son got the name Glenroy from his paternal grandfather and uncle. They both died some terrible deaths and I really didn't want my son to be named that, I was really worried that my baby would die. I wasn't given much a choice though and then he died.10
Three days after the funeral my foster family brought John and I to Bingo. I did not want to go but they made us go. I ended up winning 500.00 on the number 16 {Aaron's birthday}. My foster parents made me pay them for babysitting Aaron! I never forgave them either. Haven't really spoken to them too much sense then.11
Well, that's Aaron's story. It's all true. It was very hard to write. I don't know what else to say.12
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It must have been an emotional roller coaster. I applaud you for having the courage to write this down. -
I am crying for you and your beautiful little boy, I almost lost my precious little girl when she was born. I am sooooo sorry for you. I would never had survived if I had lost my daughter, I can't even begin to imagine what you must have and are still going through
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I think this is going to stay with me for a very long time. I can only imagine how hard this was to write and post. Maybe it helped some by doing so, I hope. I feel so utterly helpless reading about the lack of support you received through all of this. I know people just like that, or capable of being that way and it just makes your blood boil. They may not have been there but I hope you have some comfort available to you to help you with this. My prayers are with you, at least I can do that much. God bless you.
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i wish i could leave a more sensitive comment, but gentleness isn't my thing. too butch for that... anyway a sad story nonetheless.
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Let God take care of your problems....
Tears-----Some people are evil and will be doomed to hell, but "Vengence is mine said the Lord" but I live by this scripture all the days of my life because we noone else wants to be your friend God simply said in St.John 14:18 "I will not leave you comfortless like orphans, I will come to you..." -
a tough poem to read because of all the tears it brought me... a VERY emotional write... i will remember this one...
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Aww this made me cry to read...poor Auntie...:'( I'm sorry that was something you had to go through ::hugs::
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waaaaaaaaaa! poor mom 
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so very sad
Oh my lord Flawed, This is just so very sad. I am so sorry. I cannot even fathom losing a child. And to top it off, the horrible way your family reacting and acted. That is just inexcuseable. This was so very wonderfully written in honor and tribute of a beautiful baby boy named Aaron. He will always be in your heart and a part of your soul. Bless you Flawed.
Much love to ya,
Mary Anne
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I'm not really sure what to say... this was a very sad read... very emotional.. I just can't imagine... I hope things start to look up for you and keep writting
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*tears* that is truly sad.... i feel sorry for Aaron, you must have gone through a lot of pain recently, (no offense or anything) no thanks to your mom, and the fact that everyone seems to be dying... hold on! thats all i can say... a heartfelt write...
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