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In loving memory of Aaron Richard Havenga April 2, 1975 ~ November 20, 1994
Now, after two decades, it's difficult to recall the precise and precious sound of your voice.
The relentless passage of time has muted from my memory the sound of your spoken words; like sand accumulated on the shore, like songs of birds gone for the winter. When I'm outdoors, I still sense your presence: on a hiking trail, your easy pace; your long stride when running a race; the kind eyes that warm your face; your admiration for a mountainous place.
When I write about you, my eyes still burn with tears that confirm my love for you. Is this a sign that verifies a brief, but true connection? The day sky still arches above, as when it brightened your way, but the deep longing lingers. The constellations remain the same, as when they amazed your nights, but the loss becomes a suffering love. Familiar birds return each spring, but the sound of your voice... nothing.