I posted this twelve years ago on WORLD AIDS DAY. It was WORLD AIDS DAY again on Sunday. So I am posting it again.
Back when I was in college someone I adored died of AIDS. He died in December.
This man was brilliant and cool and kind and he made me believe that I was:
2. Had a responsibility to make the world better.
Believe me, those weren’t easy things for me to believe, and sometimes I have a hard time believing them still.
But this man? This beautiful, brilliant man who died of AIDS complications? He was my example of how you can do it. He grew up really poor with just a mom running the household. He was his class valedictorian in high school and college. He desegregated a fraternity system when that was unheard of. He made the world better. He went to Harvard Law even though nobody else in his close family had even gone to college. His whole life he volunteered and worked and made the world better. He was a lovely father. He was the best kind of friend. He was elegant and passionate and logical.
I miss him terribly.
December 1 is WORLD AIDS DAY.
Back when he died, I really thought there would be a cure by now. I really thought that the world would ban together and completely fix this.
AIDS is still a problem. It’s a huge problem. One of many.
Find out more here.
There’s a lot of things you can do to make a difference but I guess I’d like to add that the first step is to care.
A lot of people died of AIDS. A lot of people still die from preventable diseases. A lot of people die from violence, poverty, hate. I think that we owe it to them to lift up their memories, to live our lives respecting their beauty and their light. I know that I’ll keep trying. I hope you might too.