My son is Aaron Rocha, he was raised here in San Antonio, Texas, grew up on Northside of town, not far Tom C. Clark High School, where he graduated in 2010.
Aaron was just getting started with life. His 25th birthday was November 8, 2016.
Thanksgiving was always a special time for us. Aaron loved to cook, it was one of his many passions. He had watched cooking shows on TV from the time he was 10 years old, wanting to cook everything he saw them cooking on shows.
Thanksgiving 2016, our conversation that day was about many things, one of which was we both were looking forward to spending the Christmas season together.
I told him with excitement, I’m putting up the Christmas tree tomorrow. Before we said our goodbyes, we told each other we loved one another and…
That was the last “I love you” I would ever hear from my beloved son.
November 26, 2016, was an innocent night out for Aaron. He and his best friend met up with others they knew to shoot pool.
On the way home the car Aaron was a passenger in became a target of road rage.
The crime is still unsolved.
What we do know is Aaron was shot twice in the head with bullets from an AR.
The driver wounded, my son killed.
My beautiful son is forever gone — because someone used a weapon of war to take out their rage.
My life forever changed, I ache for my son each and every day, and I don’t want anyone else to know this pain I carry each day.
Thank you for letting me share my Aaron’s story and my pain with you.