| Aaron George Hill |
| ~ Aaron's Story ~ |
| ~ Favorite Links ~ |
| Welcome to Aaron's home on the net. This website, created by Melissa, has been created to keep family and friends updated. Be sure to read the latest in the journal, view the photo gallery, and leave a message in the guestbook. Make sure to check back often for updates. |
| ~ Special Thanks ~ |
| ~To all our family and special friends for the love and support they have provided over these last six years ~To Shanon Baldi, Melissa's best friend, for her help in getting this website up and running ~To the staff at JFK Hartwyck for the care they provide to Aaron |
| Aaron's story began on Monday, October 1, 1984 at 8:35 am. He weighed 9 lbs 1 oz and was 21 inches long. His parents are Rick and Patty Hill who reside in Hopatcong, NJ with his sister Melissa. Melissa is 29 years old and has been instrumental in creating this website for her brother. As you view the photos, you will see he was always smiling and enjoyed life to the fullest. He loved sports and started playing soccer and t-ball at the age of 4. He then moved on to traveling soccer and baseball. Growing up, Aaron's best friend was Brian Prentice. They were the best of friends from the time they were 2 years old and remained friends up until the time of Aaron's accident. Along with sports, Aaron was also a Boy Scout until he entered high school. He worked at Shop Rite in Byram and Burger King during high school. He decided to play tennis and bowl on the high school teams. He loved tennis and joined Flanders Tennis club and took lessons. He then went on to teach the younger kids on Saturday. He was an avid bowler and spent most weekends on the tennis courts and at the bowling alley. Aaron was a member of the youth group at St. Jude's Church and played an active part in Antioch weekends.. He was usually seen hanging out with Brian P, Brian F, Matt C and Brian H. On Ocober 1, 2001 Aaron got his license and drove for the next 8 months until his tragic accident occurred on Tuesday, May 21, 2002. Story continued in Aaron's Journal... |
| "Aaron George Hill" Congrats on your baby boy Beautiful red hair and such a joy! From your first rollover to sitting up To the first tooth and your first sippy cup Kindergarten sprouts delight A growing boy, a beautiful sight Growing older as each day unfolds Listening to the stories you told High school days well under way Bringing joy to every day Tragedy struck and life changed Everything became rearranged Friends and family praying for you Wanting back the boy they knew Waiting for miracles to appear Because you're held so close and dear Your fight to survive showed each day Every month, every year, in every way Something was stronger in the end God came calling for you to mend You're now dancing and singing for joy You have the body of that little boy Now looking down on those that you love Asking them to smile and look above Written by Catherine Chesnovitz |
| "A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles" ~Christopher Reeve~ |
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| In Loving Memory Of Aaron George Hill October 1, 1984 - July 4, 2008 |
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| On Wednesay, July 9th, Aaron George Hill was laid to rest. While this day was the hardest of days for myself, as well as my parents, our family, and his friends, it was also a day that will never be forgotten. I will forever remember this day as one filled with many tears, but also laughter and joy for it was a true celebration of Aaron's life. We were all touched by the phenomenal eulogy given by Mrs. Dale Salomone that captured our hearts, and more importantly, captured the true essence of Aaron. Furthermore, Aaron's closest friends provided us with stories, poems, and songs that were an amazing tribute to him. It became abundantly clear that Aaron was truly loved and touched every single person he ever came in contact with. ************************************************ Smile down on us, Aaron, knowing that we are looking up and smiling back at you always. We love you. Rest in peace. |
| When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little - but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me - but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's Plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me - but let me go. |