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