Today we went and decorated Noah's tree for Easter. I knew that I wanted to find something to take up to his grave, and was hoping I could find something for his tree. I was so happy when I found some cute sparkly eggs on hangers in Spotlight.
I knew it must've been someone who knew him well, and straight away thought it may have been his friend Kristy. My suspicions were confirmed. On Friday night Hawthorn played against Collingwood (Kristy's team) and Hawthorn won. I never really get worked up about the footy, but for some reason I was more worked up about that game than any I had been before! I think I just really wanted them to win for Aaron, even though he wasn't here. I kept imagining what he would be doing all night - screaming at the TV, throwing cushions, having a go at the umpires and texting friends. I believe that Kristy and Aaron used to have a little bet going sometimes whenever Hawks V Collingwood and the winner got a can of Pepsi on the Monday back at school?
It's still surreal when I go to the cemetery and sit at Aaron's grave. It's much different with Noah's as I feel really at peace about it - I knew he was tired and it was his time to go, but with Aaron it's still such a shock even two months later. I'm not sure if it will ever seem real. I'm not sure if it will ever sink in that he's not coming back.