For Jim , who drank himself to death in a seedy motel alone when he got his AIDS diagnosis. You are part of the reason I do HIV work. Now you know how much I really love you, and it won't ever go away. I think about you so much, and now I'll miss you every single day. Feel better, and be happy.
Angels never say good-bye for the last time.
Thank you for being part of my life and for allowing me the priviledge of sharing in your final year. I pray that you are now at peace and that your heaven looks like the warm, sandy, palm-treed beaches that you would think of when the pain was too much to bear. Thank you for letting me braid your hair and hold your hand. I love you and I miss you very much.