A living memorial to someone you have lost to AIDS
Please feel free to share your pictures and stories of a loved one lost to AIDS.
They will always be in our hearts & minds.
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You may be gone, but never forgotten.God looked around his garden
and he found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this
earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering.
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
and the hills were hard to climb,
so he closed your weary eyelids.
and whispered "Peace be thine".
It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you didn't go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
I will always love you darling, until we meet again.
Also if you would like to view a memorial of David I did please visit
https://billking.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/David.mp4
to you, William!
I didn't know him personally, but I did see him dance. Thrilling can't describe it.
I was so sad when I read of his death.
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A trusted friend for 25 years. We laughed together, cried together, but most of all we cared together. Save me a seat at the card table and we will play once again.
who at the tender age of 4 knew he was different than his brothers, and stood proud of that his entire life. Steve didn't stand for bullying - taking the stance of "yeah, I'm different - so accept it or fuck off". 
Strong stance for a kid being schooled in the 1960s and 1970s. Much had to do with his parents acceptance and support at an early age - something that was not common back then. His attitude was infectious and served as the basis for my equal rights stance at a very young age that has not only continued to this day, but gotten stronger (and more adamantly intolerant of prejudice) as the years toll on.
Steve passed in 1992 at the age of 27 from complications from AIDS. He may be gone, but the impression he left on those he knew and touched is everlasting.
Dear friend to many and my beloved uncle. He loved us unconditionally, and always did so many things to surprise us and make us laugh. He never came out to us and, with his passing, I learned a lesson. It is important to be vocal in our support. It is important to fight for equal rights for each and every one of us...out loud. It is my greatest regret that not one of us ever told him that we knew and that we loved and accepted him. Everyone should be lucky enough to have an Uncle Bob in their life. He was truly a gift. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the obtuseness of my 17 year old self.
That was his restaurant and my second home in KC. Steve was my boss at times and my friend; he was also my sister-in-law's cousin. Steve passed in 1992; his beloved Corner died last year.
Known as a filmmaker but I knew him as my high school English teacher, his first job out of college.
Gone now nearly a quarter century.
on it is what it is. They've shared my losses, my ups and downs as I have theirs. We walk together, day to day. I think it's a testament to simple, and basic common bonds.
I miss them and think about them all the time.
I try to remember the good times we shared, because I would want my friends to do the same.
Friend, lover, and co-worker. He used to joke that he was "black Irish".
He was the first person I knew to die from AIDS. Sadly since his death I've known 13+ who have died of it.
Friends, co-workers, clients. I stopped counting at 13; it just got too painful to recall the names, faces, memories.
My faith says that when we 'cross over' we are met by those who went before us.
I look forward to being reunited with Richard again.
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