John Aaron
On Sunday night around eleven thirty p.m I received a message from an old friend whom I hadn't talked to in years, Matty B. Telling me that my friend John Aaron was gone. Matty was the younger brother of one of my oldest and dearest friends John Aaron. How to describe John, he was a force of mature, he made you smile without trying, and would have taken the clothes of his back if he saw someone he felt needed them more. People always say that but with John, it was genuinely true. We met in Fred Franklin's Drama class my freshman year of high school. He lived in the development where the elementary schools were, with his mother and father, two brothers and a little sister. I lived farther away from the high school with mu own little sister mom and her boyfriend. We became good friends, in a large group of friends. I took care of his lovebirds when his family went on vacation,(more on that in a second) we went to the mo...