Yesterday was World AIDS Day, decades later I am still impacted by these deaths! This is not another sappy poem as to the myriad of humans I’ve lost to this horrible illness I thought instead I would tell you a little bit about them... Nick, my mentor was one of the most open-minded individuals I’d ever met on this planet; whenever I felt stagnant before Nick died we would always discuss the most random of issues tapered into logical and spiritual sense. As my teacher, he understood my insanity and innate need to help heal the world. Every single Thursday during my placement Ronnie & I were paired for food bank day. My supervisor at the time had acknowledged the difficulty of being surrounded by much darkness every Thursday. That was never my perspective, it afforded me the opportunity to comprehend my clients. I still remember Ronnie’s Christmas card from 1996, it said “We will always make a wonderful pair. Love, Ronnie” He was gone three weeks later... John loved creativity, every time I would visit him we would either order pizza or Chinese, talk, and watch movies. There was a slight overhang in his condo that he didn’t like at all. He desired leaves to be stencilled in deep forest green to break up the boredom. I stencilled the overhang, he said every year we would add 2 inches and it would grow – – he never survived the next growth. Throughout the course of our lives we honour our lost spirits by proceeding without them to acknowledge the kindness even disagreements, I am not only a better person but counsellor as well. Working with people who have HIV and AIDS is one of the hardest things to do. Palliative care houses torture for everyone including those who are suffering. The best way to contend with heartache is to always approach with love. Something that sounds so ridiculously corny affords moments of appreciation.