No doubt about it, it’s going to be a strange day for me but maybe that’s all right - maybe that’s what I need.
Twelve years ago today, my twin brother passed away. He died of
AIDS. Usually on the anniversary of his death, I feel sad and sometimes
spend the day feeling sorry for myself - feeling sorry that he’s not
here with me. I’m trying really hard to buck up this time around,
because I know he would want me to live everyday of my life to the
fullest, just like he did.
On the anniversary of his death, I want to say that twelve years
later, people are still dying from AIDS. After my brother died, I
volunteered for AVOC and still write about the illness as often as I
can. I think Jered - that was my twin’s name - would be proud of me for
doing this.
I still got that red ribbon that I wore at his funeral and for me
and others who have lost loved ones to this horrible illness, it’s a
reminder that AIDS is not dead and we need to find a cure.
I wonder what Jered would think of my friend Greg? No doubt, he
would think the world of him like I do. Greg’s also on my mind today
as, no doubt, he will be arrested for standing up for what he believes
in.
