Aaron the son
Aaron was adopted by our parents when he was 2 months old. His birth mother was unable to care for him and her grandmother assured her that she'd help find him a loving home. That grandmother was my father's Aunt Vivian and at 80 years old she took him in until all the legalities were worked out. She knew that my parents had hoped to adopt someday since they were unable to have another child after I was born. I was only 6 1/2 a the time so it was all kept a secret until the day we went to pick him up.
Aaron gave my parents more then their share of worry and heart ache in his growing years but he was a very loving son.
From Mom:
One of my favorite memories is being invited to dinner in his first apartment - cleverly furnished and arranged from thrift store sales and donations to look really neat. Dinner was planked steak, baked potatoes, relishes - and Mom provided dessert. He did so well!
We also cherish the memory of his coming to paint our kitchen and bathroom quickly and neatly with promises to do the rest of the house and also scrubbing the kitchen floor on his hands and knees for Mom!
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