Two years ago today we lost our son Aaron Charles D. affectionately known as â€œAceâ€ (his first two initials) or â€œWhiteyâ€ because of his shockingly near white blond hair. Ace was 15 years old. Ace was found beaten up and apparently left for dead on April 1st . When someone called his Mom at work, claiming to be a Police Officer and asking if we would come to the hospital, we thought it was a cruel Aprilâ€™s Fool prank being played on us by his friends. After calling a friend of mine at the Police Department, I learned that it was my friend that had made the call to my wife. When we arrived at the hospital, we found that Ace had been beaten so severely that his facial features were barely recognizable. Blunt force trauma to his head resulted in severe brain damage and coma, he also had a fractured jaw; broken ribs and a punctured lung. What kind of fiend could do this to another human being? With the outstanding work of the Shock Trauma Team; Critical Care ICU; the Physical Therapy and the Respiratory Therapy staff, Aaron was able to move on to a Rehab. Center. Aaronâ€™s Neurologist and Physical Therapy team asked us for permission to try a new form of therapy that was undergoing clinical trials for patients with severe brain trauma. This treatment is called Radial Nerve Stimulation; the improvement in Aaronâ€™s motor skills was amazing and he was more alert and more readily able to respond to verbal instructions when undergoing this therapy. Sunday morning, May 8th (Motherâ€™s Day), Aaron took a turn for the worse and Sunday afternoon he passed over to the other side. We buried Aaronâ€™s mortal remains next to his Grandfather (my Dad) on a warm May day that Dad would describe as a â€œgood day for fishingâ€. Aaron is the sixth child out of seven so our lives are still richly blessed but our hearts still have a void that will never be filled. To those of you that have managed to read this far through my ramblings, please take a moment and give your children a hug and a kiss and let them know how much you love them (no matter how old they are!)-Trust me, youâ€™ll never be able to tell them enough!! I'll Lend You A Child by Edgar Guest "I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said. For you to love - while he lives And mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years Or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back, Take care of him for Me? He'll bring his smiles to gladden you, And should this stay be brief You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked this world over In search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd Life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor count the labor vain, Nor hate Me when I come to call to Take him back again?" I fancied that I heard then say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done, For all the joy Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him Much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand." God speed, Aaron; we will be together again.