His autopsy revealed that he died of internal bleeding caused my the impact of the car with the telegraph pole. Although Aaron wore his seatbelt in the collision, the impact was too great on his side of the car to escape life threatening injuries. Aaron died 17 mins after impact. There were no other injuries to suspect foul play or unlawful death. Verdict, Accidental Death.
The funeral was held in a cemetery in ******** **** ****. He was cremated. In attendance was his family and a few school Friends and teachers. I did not attend as i was forbidden to be there on the mothers wishes. I did however sit outside and wait for them to leave before going in and saying goodbye in my own time. During the service the following was included.
"My little man, down what centuries of light did you travel to reach us here, your stay so short-lived;
In the twinkling of an eye you were moving on, bearing our name and a splinter of the human cross we suffer; flashed upon us like a beacon, we wait in darkness for that light to come round, knowing at heart you shine forever for us."
*****
Goodbye My Child
Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you, bid you so farewell.
That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.
You are so great, and I so small:
I am nothing, you are all:
Being nothing, I can take this way.
Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
For when I do not move at all
I shall be out of all your day.
It's said some memory will remain
In the other place, grass in the rain,
Light on the land, sun on the sea,
A flitting grace, a phantom face,
But the world is out. There is no place
Where it and its ghost can ever be.
Father, father, I dread this air
Blown from the for side of despair,
The cold cold corner. What house, what hold,
What hand is there? I look and see
Nothing-filled eternity,
And the great round world grows weak and old.
Hold my hand, oh hold it fast -
I am changing! - until at last
My hand in yours no more will change,
Though yours change on. You here, I there,
So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
I did not know death was so strange.
Edwin Muir
*****
Angels
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realise God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
*****
The Death Of Someone We Love
The death of someone we love and care about
Is like the death of part of us.
No one else will ever call out from within us
Quite the same responses, the same feelings or actions or ideas.
Their death is an ending of one part of a story.
Lord as we look back over Aaron's life
We ask what we have received, what we can appropriate
And continue on in our own lives and what must be laid to rest.
Our love for his/her reminds us that our sharing
In one another's lives brings both support and pain.
Our being parted from him/her reminds us of our own mortality
And that your love is enduring.
We thank you that our love for Aaron draws us together
And gives us a new appreciation of one another
And of the beauty and fragility of relationships
Which mirror your grace and goodness to us.
Lord, time's tide may wash his/her footprints from the shore
But not our love for him/her nor the influence of his/her life upon our own
Nor the ways in which they will ever be a sign for us
Of those things which really matter-which are eternal.
Hear this prayer for your love's sake.
Amen.
*****
Then a song was played
Bright Eyes
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Then the speeches were said from family and friends.. I do not wish to share these speeches. I am sorry.
This is the cemetery
His grave is marked with the following...
Gone but never forgotten, So young yet so brave.
Aaron ********
Born 24th November 1989
Died 7th June 2002
May he R I P
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