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About aaiken721Location: Harrisburg, PA Home Region: Age:22 Website: www.aaiken.wordpress.com Favorite novels: Rainbow Six, Bird by Bird Favorite writers: Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, Oliver North, Ted Bell, John Grisham Favorite music: Michael W. Smith "Freedom" Non-noveling interests: writing for my personal finance blog, reading, being with my wife, movies, traveling, technology, web 2.0, twitter. |
Joined: October 29, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 3 NaNoWriMo buddies: 8
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Brief Author Bio: Aaron is a man on a mission of finding that mission. He has loved to write since he can remember his first letter being "h", which was a very long time ago. He currently writes a personal finance blog with his wife (www.whereyouarenow.com/blog) and hopes to grow it into a reliable stream of income, while teaching others how to manage theirs. Last year he sat down to write a fiction novel, and as the story goes he never finished. He hopes that stumbling upon NaNoWriMo will encourage him to reach his dream of writing a novel. You can get to know him better and follow him through his days on twitter @aaronaiken |
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He normally didn’t mind the rain, he wasn’t one to get caught up in the weather and let it control is mood and emotions. He was a stable guy and until last week had a stable life. He actually enjoyed the rain. He kept him indoors and forced him to get things done that had been neglected due to beautiful days outside. So for the rain to bother him today simple cemented the fact that today was indeed what the paper had said it was.
The obituary section to be a little more exact. It had stated, correctly, that today was the funeral of Anne Sinclair. Wife and daughter, married 5 years to her husband Jack, and creative director at a small ad company. Today was her funeral. He had repeated that statement over and over again, even early this morning and it still had not seemed real, not until he had to sit outside, under a tent, at her open gravesite. And in the rain.
“Anne’s passing is not a reason to morn but instead a reason to celebrate. She is in a better place and is no longer suffering…”
Jack looked up from his fold hands and looked at the pastor. Not a reason to morn? Well then what is? He couldn’t believe this guy. He leaned forward in his chair and rested his head in his hands. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to look at the casket sitting in front of him. In that box lay his wife of 5 years but friend of a lifetime. She was his foundation, his reason for living, she was his heart! And now she was gone, dead, and never again going to laugh at any of his ridiculous jokes or rest her head on his shoulder during a movie.
No more late nights drinking wine in bed. No more walks after a long day at work. No more fights, no more disagreements, and no more tears. Well, no more of hers. Now just his. Never again would he see her run into the ocean like a little girl, giddy and full of excitement at the simple fact that she was in the ocean. There would be no more day trips to small town antique shops and wineries. Never again would he have to force her into doing something she would rather not do, like playing scrabble.
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