The sun is out, and the Agapanthus are spiking their delicate purple floral orbs around the backyard. It is Memorial Day weekend and the eight month anniversary of Aaron’s passing….
For our 40th birthday, Aaron and I spent it together in San Diego.
After three days of not knowing what killed Aaron, we finally found out that it was a heart attack.
Looking back at the day before through the lens of Aaron’s death is fascinating.
“Bryan, it’s really bad. It’s really, really bad” was what Bob told me first.
Two years ago, my identical twin brother, Aaron Farmer, died of a massive heart attack. We were only 40.