We began as a family of six Children. Four brothers and two sisters. The first to leave was the last brother from AIDS in 1985. So much tragedy surrounded this time of our lives. It was just the beginning of terror that spread like wild fire across this country. This brother was so loved by his parents that they put their lives on hold to move across the country to care for him. Not only did they care for this brother but they also became family for so many more who were abandoned by their own families. For 6 months they did what they could to make way for his passing from this world into the next.
they returned home to waiting brothers and sisters to comfort them, but the comfort came from the parents. Life carries on even in pain. Several years of this pain blackened my heart. Eventually thoughts became less and less until memories only came when something familiar presented itself and the association was made.
Time sped by with only calculated increments of passages to mark them. Now as we are in this frame it finds me with only my Sister. My brothers have distanced themselves and my heart breaks. I look for solace and find very little. The moral of the story...........Cherish everyone and everything, for in an instant it can be ripped from you.
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