My son, Nikolas Aguirre, died in an alcohol related car accident May 8, 2008. I still can't believe he's gone. I miss him everyday. This is a tribute to his memory.
I live in Idaho with four cats, two dogs, and two horses. A free-lance journalist, I write for The River Journal, The Reader, The Sentinel, Sandpoint Magazine and Idaho Magazine.
When my son, Niko, died May 8, 2008, I became a member of the worst day club. I returned to complete my senior year at LCSC and studied parental grief for my communications research project. It is my hope that by sharing my experience, strength, and hope with other bereaved parents, I will make sense of my son's death, learn how to live without his smile, and help other's trudge through the grieving process.
My son's life gave me the courage to actively pursue my passions, and I learned how to play banjo, guitar, mandolin, fiddle, bodhran, bones, mountain and hammer dulcimer, and now write songs and am a member of the old time string band, "Ruff Shodd." For fun, I also write the blog "Harold the Ghost."
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