Subscribe to this blog's feedLoss. It’s something every person living with HIV endures. From the moment of diagnosis onward, it’s something that shadows the soul.
Some losses are static; loved ones who will never again say I love you. Some are dynamic; sickness becomes health becomes sickness again.
Some losses are sudden, others can be seen coming. One is like falling off a cliff, the other, like watching a slow-motion train-wreck.
Loss is a gut-wrenching business.
Loss eviscerates.
Loss is emptiness.
Cast adrift.
Numb.
And chilled to the bone.
i cried. hope charlie is well...