Subscribe to this blog's feedMy initial thought was to write an entry, that would honor our fallen and serve as a gentle reminder of acknowledging all of those we have lost to this disease. I considered recollecting some of the beautiful people I have known, their challenges with HIV and the inevitable outcome, and then I thought: Why?
I don’t need to travel through a quagmire of painful memories to remind anyone of how crushing those memories can be. For too many of us, who started this journey in the 80s, we stood by, helpless and watched as a generation of gay men was taken from us. You don’t need to be reminded of that loss.
How much beauty, love and joy we have lost will never be tallied. There will always remain those holes in your heart, where you have lost the soul that occupied that space. There is no going back, only memories.
To anyone who has ever lost anyone to HIV, you don’t need to relive the horror.
I can’t imagine that there are any of us, who when reminded of the 25th Anniversary of HIV, do not float back, to a very different time and remember...
I don’t need to remind you of that.