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We will always remember Aaron

 

Today, April 29, 2009 our friend Aaron has been gone for 7 years.  Aaron's friends have so many good memories of the time spent with him.  Aaron was such a good, decent, and genuine friend.  He also believed in Jesus and I'm sure is looking forward to our joining him someday.  I'm looking forward to that day as well.

I do wonder what he would be up to these days?  I wonder where he would be living, working, or what topic of book he would be consuming at the library.  What would he be saying about the election this time around?  I wish we would have had the opportunity to show him the cool plants that are popping up out of our new yard.  He is one of the few guys that I know who would take a sincere interest in it.  In all likelihood, he would be able to rattle off mindless trivia about a lot of what we have growing.

Hey Aaron, we miss you.

 

 

Aaron's unmarked grave

Aaron is buried between the red geraniums, and the hastas in the foreground.

Aaron I. Sinykin 

(1969-April 29, 2002)

Seventh Anniversary of Aaron being gone... 

Below are some 'Aaron' memories that we'd like to keep...

Mike

We are about to move from our current home.  Last time we moved (About 5 1/2 years ago), Aaron reappeared briefly to help.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.  We had come up to the Uhaul place in Blaine together really early in the morning.  Once we were able to secure the truck, we hopped in and noticed there was no dome light, and it was a stick shift.  The truck was a piece of junk.  We sat there just shaking our heads trying to figure out how the gears were positioned.  After a few substantial grinding of the gears, we were off to move from our 11th Ave. house in Minneapolis to Blaine.  He worked really hard that day to help us, even though I knew it was really difficult for him to leave his apartment.  That really meant a lot to us.

 

Aaron was a 'left over food' maniac.  There would be stuff in my fridge from Lord knows when... he'd heat it up, dump a pound or so of red pepper on it, and chow down.  I miss this frequent event, I miss telling him that he is crazy.

Aaron helped me refinish my basement at my last home.  He was a tireless worker who actually worked through the night a couple times.  For some reason we got hooked on the t.v. show "The Iron Chef."    I can remember working hard into the evening with him, with the goal to finish our tasks by 9 pm.  Dana would join us, then we would then rest, crack open a beverage... (Aaron would also dig through the fridge for leftovers) and laugh through the show.  I miss those times.

 

Tools, Tools, and more Tools.  Aaron and I chatted tools constantly. 

 One of my fondest memories was when I was having serious plumbing problems one Sunday afternoon.  I was trying to get the plumbing in my shower done, but to no avail.  I remember calling him while he was at work.  I said, “Hey, how would you feel about spending the night working on a plumbing problem?”  He said, “I’m off at 11 tonight, I’ll come over after that.”  We spent the entire night going back and forth to the 24 hr Home Depot in Bloomington learning how to do plumbing… and we both went to work the next day without sleeping.

 The last time I spent with Aaron was working on the back door of our home.  It was about 2 weeks before he left us on April 29, 2002.  We hadn’t seen him for a while, and it was really fun getting back into a project with his assistance.  We worked and worked on getting the door in, and laughed a bit when we figured out that the door was too big.  We agreed to get together the next weekend.  Unfortunately, that did not happen.

Dave

One night in the summer of 1987, I got a knock on my window late at night. It was Aaron. So I go to the door to see what's going on, and he doesn't have his car with him, a blue 1974 Malibu. I said what's going on? He said that he needed my help with something. He was trying to take a shortcut to get home from work on 64th street between Lyndale and Nicollet. He drove over the railroad tracks, except that it wasn't at a crossing, it was just the tracks. Well, his car got hung up on the tracks and was just straddling the iron, waiting to get nailed by a train. I went to see the site, and tried to help push him off, but there was no way it was going to budge, all the weight was resting on the frame which was on the tracks. Finally in frustration, I said, how bout we try to push the car off with my car, a 1973 Pontiac LeMans. So I try to push, but the rocks on the side of the tracks provided no traction and I just spun away. As a last resort, I decided to try to ram the car off the tracks. After about 6 runs at it, I managed to bash the car loose.

Except Aaron was not in the car, so the thing went flying off on its own down the street, looking for parked cars to hit. I'll never forget yelling as loud as I could to Aaron to chase the car down, and watching him high tailing it after it, then getting the door open and hitting the brakes just in time. I couldn't have made a better script myself.

Never forgotten

(1969-April 29, 2002)

Bulletin from Aaron's Memorial service here