A letter from the mother of Alexander Aronson “Luke”
A resided in Chelmsford with his mom, was born in Lowell, and died in Billerica
Born on a Monday, died on a Friday.
When I heard I was to be a mother I felt like it was a miracle, an absolute miracle, so I wanted you to have a great name I picked Alexander because it is associated with greatness!! I picked Luke because I felt like God himself blessed me with you since all the doctors told me I would never conceive or bear a baby. You are absolute proof that miracles happen!! Every moment I looked at you I felt so proud, so happy and blessed. Being a mother is a blessing even though I’m a mother of an angel, I know our souls are connected in a way where past, present and future are meaningless. We will find each other again. When I reach out for you I know you will recognize my smile as our love is pure, true and timeless.
You and I would go on walks, hikes, bike rides, scootering, swimming and just do everything together. You learned to crawl, walk, run and drive, at 16 years old you just drove away. You had such an independent streak, always out in the world learning new things. You taught yourself how to play the guitar and saxophone. You learned how to skateboard and were sponsored by the Cloud. My pride in you overshadowed every part of my life. Alex, the moment you were 5 and held out your fingertip and a dragonfly landed on it, I jumped for joy and took a photo of you right then!! I kissed you and called you amazing!! I cant believe that happened every summer since, so awesome and special.
All the treasures I have of us together is like having a pirate’s treasure buried in my heart. Every accomplishment, every grade you passed in school, every heart break you would recover from, I was there. I met all your friends, some I liked, some I did not. Your beard grew in and you got the “dad bod” you wanted. We went to Rhode Island and you got a tattoo, I took videos and photos. Then you managed to save up for that dragonfly tattoo, our dragonfly moments in the forest were so special, and you got the tattoo!!
Your hugs amazing, your smile infectious, our souls forever destined to find each other. The other side has no definition as few have come back. Many state it’s nice and there is love. When you're on the other side know our memories will not be lost as love is the bridge between life and death. Every time I see a bridge I know I’ll find my way to you.
We played all the games on Playstation and Xbox, you beat every single one!! Alex you’re forever 21!! You’re my miracle, but I want to say this to those who drink a little too much alcohol. Pain is what we carry when no words ease the agony. Silence is what we give when no one sees the truth in our eyes. If I asked you said “I don’t want to talk about it” , forget it ,it’s in the past, those words are like burns that last.
I want to share if something you love is struggling, speak up, say something, try to get help from other. I would have rather spent time visiting you alive than visiting our graves. Suicide happens, people give up, mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. There is no doubt Alex is waiting for us on the other side. I’d like to stay in the house of the rising son for you my dearest son. May we bring awareness to men's mental health, silent men who say “ I don’t want to talk about it”. Your pain isn’t invisible, it’s real it’s there I believe you, let’s get through this together. One person is never enough, let's get together and promote our men, our sons, our brothers, our fathers, uncles, grandfathers and cousins. Let’s reach out and just be there talking with love and joy for tomorrow.
High school graduate, hard worker, loving, kind, generous man born under a full moon on a bright sunny morning. Died on a cold, cloudy afternoon in my arms of love with my kisses and hugs,. We all love you, we all miss you. Let’s share compassion for each other.
Your mom and your family love you.
Walk in the darkness, Suicide awareness, men’s mental health