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
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