Aaron Michael Charles Robinson

As you know, Aaron died on August 23, 2007. We would love to hear your stories about him. Please post your favorite story for all of us to share.

Only Aaron would say this.

I remember we had all gone to California, and was at Disneyland. We were standing in line to go on a ride, when he turned around and looked me straight in the eyes, and said you know why I don't call you Aunt Ronnie? I looked down at him, which didn't happen for very much longer and said no I don't. He say because technically your not my Aunt. I said your right and he turned back around and we made our way to the ride. His Aunt Marilyn and I had been partners since he was an infant. He always referred to me as he when he spoke of his Aunt Marilyn and Ronnie and we had to correct him many times. Aaron never once treated me any different than his Aunt and was loving in everyway to me. He just didn't call me Aunt Ronnie but in my heart he will always be my newphew. I love you Aaron and miss you.



Love your (not) Aunt Ronnie

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Over 19 years I have way too many stories that I could tell about Aaron. Selfless stories, naked stories, stupid stories, and heart-wrenching stories. I know that you all have yours, some of which fit into one or more of the above categories (and I'm sure a few are in a category of their own!).

All of these stories, all of OUR memories, whether they come from family, long-time friends, new friends, co-workers, customers of Bally's or Starbucks, or the young women he told he worked at , THESE are the the things that made Aaron Aaron.

In the past few days I have heard many people relate to me something about Aaron -- a brief encounter, a camping trip, a swim in a shallow pool. They have all broadened my knowledge of my son. While I can't say that I would have recommended all of his activities, I can say without hesitation, that I am proud of the man that he was. I am also touched and moved by the character of the friends that he made along the way.

I look forward to reading your thoughts and stories about Aaron. I'm not talking about just that Aaron was a wonderful person because he let me wear his jacket when it was cold (although bring those too), but even the ones that involve late, late nights, toilet seats, and a replay of earlier Taco Bell. The more I read, the more completely I will have known my son and, though I find it hard to imagine, the prouder I will be.

Aaron and food....

Aaron loved to eat. He would walk through the door, smell food cooking and say "I love you Diane!". It didn't matter what I made, he ate it. He always told me I never made anything bad (even though I know I did). He would take his lunch break from Bally's and come over to eat. He would call his dad and say something like, "I have an hour break and I thought I would come visit and maybe eat while I'm there".

Other times he would just show up. After sitting and chatting for a while, he would ask if we had anything to eat then find his way to the kitchen. I never had to worry about throwing away leftovers because I knew he would be around to eat them.

As you can see from the picture, he sometimes had to nap between courses.

I miss you Aaron.

Love,

Diane