This memorial website was created in the memory of our beloved son and brother, Aaron Mitchell Legg, born February 10th 1984 and whose life was suddenly and devastatingly lost in a road accident on the evening of September 23rd 2006, at the age of 22, leaving us forever asking why.

Never to be forgotten, he will be with us always

This website is a labour of love and a work in progress...........it will take lots of memories, numerous smiles and a river of tears to get it to where it might do Aaron justice; to share just some of who he was, what he brought to our lives and what his death might have taught us.  If you have memories or photos to share, please submit them.  If you can light a candle, please do.  Thank you for visiting, from Deb



When we lose our adult children,

we lose our babies too

In a heavenly castle just beyond my eye,
my son plays with angel toys
that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back,
into this world of strife?
No, play on my son,
you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear his footsteps,
and presence at my side.
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes,
and embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure
that I rate above all other.
I have known true glory;
I am STILL his mother.

If we wrote a million verses
It would not be a start,
To tell the world about you,
and what is in our hearts.

 

Please God forgive a silent tear,
a constant wish that he was here,
others were taken, yes I know,
but he was mine, and I love him so.



Aaron was born around 11.20 am on February the 10th 1984 in Thames NZ, with much of a rush to get here.  Seemed that was the way he lived his life from there on....he had two speeds; full throttle or stop, sometimes was hard to keep up with him and presented many challenges when he was small. He displayed talent and inventiveness from a young age, although his years at school were a constant struggle for him. As he grew he developed an interest in, and aptitude for mechanics.  It seemed he could fix anything, must have been a result of dismantling anything and everything he could get his hands on, from the time he was a baby. He had a passion for motorbikes, endless admiration for John Britten, and a great love of the Britten motorbike

Some other things Aaron loved were rice pudding, butter chicken pie, Grandma's mashed potato, rotary motors, 

turtles
Wendy's            Cody's 
Dolphins and


Orca

last but not least, his Toyota Cressida which he was restoring.....I am currently trying to collect photos to put here. 

 
This is one of the last pics taken of Aaron, sanding the Cressida (thank you, Courtney)

The Cressida before it's paint job


 

and a couple of shots after spraying holographic purple with blue shimmer

During the last several months of his life, Aaron had been pouring most of his energy into his business "Wired in" installing car audio and alarms, which he had been trying to make viable and successful

He ran his business under the name of Toby, preferring to be called by this name.....most of his friends knew him as Toby and some did not even know his name was Aaron

Wired in

New location now open

Just north of the Pearly Gates,take 4th on right into Angel Street then 2nd on left into Serenity Lane......go to the end till you find Cloud no. 9

Managing Director: Toby (Aaron) Legg
please note: you must secure a pass at the gates 

This is the power pole that replaced the one Aaron hit and the corner he missed, some of us go there often to say hello, goodbye or just to pay respects to one who left us far too soon.


His friends constructed a cross from the rubble and wrote messages.


The cross we erected recently at the crash site



 
 Aaron being carried from his farewell

and being prepared for his final journey


It only takes a little space
to write how much we miss you,
but it will take the rest of our lives,
 to forget the way we lost you.
Loved with a love beyond all telling,
missed with a grief beyond all tears.
To the world he was just one,
to us he was the world.



Two strong hands are resting.
a troubled heart is still,
a brave son I love is waiting
for me, just over the hill.
Sad was the parting, no one can tell,
so sudden on earth, the sorrow fell, 
the blow was hard, the shock severe,
to part with one I love so dear.
Dearer he will be as years depart, 
his memory lives within my heart.

Two tired eyes are sleeping,
two willing hands are still,
for one who suffered far too much
 is resting, in God's will.
You never said goodbye to me,
perhaps it's just as well,
I never could have said goodbye
to one I loved so well.

Fondly loved and deeply mourned
heart of my heart
 I love you so
Often, my son, my tears flow
dimming your picture before my eyes
but never the one in my heart that lies,
the stars seem dim as I whisper low,
my darling boy, I miss you so.

May you forever be watching over Jake