World AIDS Day and Memories.......

I have written a stanza in my "epic" poem about the "puncture wounds" of grief. And I have written a blog which I re-post annually about the birth/death of my son.

The territory of grief is broad and deep, with valleys and peaks that must be visited: that cannot be ignored, even if we would like to.

Today, I would honor the loving memories of my first dance partner, Mark Johnson. Our school and company were founded by amazing old Ballet Russes dancers, Anna Adrianova and Lorand Andahazy, with very ancient traditions. One was that you got paired off at a young age when you danced well together. That was me and Mark, from about age 14---If we ever get a scanner that works, I'll post a few photos from our very young years. But Mark and I cared for each other. I went to his proms with him so he wouldn't get beaten up. He pretended to be my fiancee so I could get birth control pills. He went on to dance with the Boston Ballet and the Houston Ballet. And he committed suicide many years ago after contracting AIDS when there was no hope.

And, more recently, dearly beloved dancer of many shared performances, Joe Morales. I took care of him as a member of his hospice team, but really, the memories of Joe that make me smile are our shared love of drinks post-performannce at little piano bars---oh the fun.....I'll post better pix soon. This golden-oldie, I'm downstage front and Mark is in the wings about to enter...

These are mere snapshots....but let us pause to honor fellow sufferers.......Blessings on us all, as ever.....

Views: 35

Comment by Kathy on December 2, 2012 at 2:09pm

Oh Judith. I don't recall if I ever told you that my oldest brother died of AIDS in 1992, at age 44. He did not come out to us until 6 months before he died (although I knew several years prior).
It was such a confusing time for my family - small town people who really didn't understand being gay and the only information they got re HIV was on Oprah. All this, entwined by the enormous grief of watching someone slip away at an agonizing slow pace. I've walled away a lot of the details because they are too painful to recall, even within the foggy distance of 20 years.
Years ago my parents had bought a double plot at the local cemetery. Later on, they both chose cremation, so the urns were buried , leaving plenty of room for more cremains. So when Will died, we also put his urn with them, gaining solace that Mom and Dad could be near their charming and talented oldest son, who brought much joy to others and left too soon.

Comment by Judith on December 2, 2012 at 7:23pm

Oh Kathy, my sweetheart. I understand. These things filter thru generations in odd and very personal ways. In 1969, when I announced to my parents that I was going back east to "live with" my daughter's dad, MY dad's response was a "pause with a gulp" and "well, that's Modern."...Eventually it did't matter, of course...But in retrospect, what I cherish is the image of my suburban Mom, getting up at 2AM to go with me to pick up Mark on a street corner where he was drugged (by his "therapist") and abandoned. No questions asked. I don't think she had a clue about the details. She just new my partner was in need. Blows my mind now. But it was real. That was my Mom. And yet when my sister came out, it was traumatizing for her......???!

Comment by Judith on December 3, 2012 at 10:10pm

I don't like that as needs grow and the financial "pie" doesn't, we must compete for recognition on some neurotic level of Comparative Misery. I don't believe in competitive misery. If one is miserable, one needs an embrace in whatever form that may take.....

Comment by Judith on December 4, 2012 at 6:01pm

Holidays, too.....Mark and I did the grande pas de deux from Nutcracker several times in lecture-dems at holiday time. Joe and I performed together in several really fun showcases with holiday themes.......

Comment

You need to be a member of Diabetes community by Diabetes Hands Foundation: TuDiabetes to add comments!

Join Diabetes community by Diabetes Hands Foundation: TuDiabetes

Advertisement



REsources

From the Diabetes Hands Foundation blog...

How do you measure the work of volunteers?

329,040 minutes, 329,040 moments so dear. 329,040 minutes — How do you measure, measure volunteers? In smileys, in tears shed, in counsel, in cups of coffee. In units, in carb counts, in laughter, in strife. In 329,040 minutes – how …
Continue Reading

DHF Expands Board of Advisors

Diabetes Hands Foundation has always relied on partners and advisors to increase its understanding of the diabetes space, in order to better serve people touched by diabetes. Today this is as true as ever, as we proudly announce the expansion …
Continue Reading

TuDiabetes Team

DHF STAFF

Manny Hernandez
(Co-Founder, Editor, has LADA)

Emily Coles
(Head of Communities, has type 1)

Emily Walton
(Business Manager)

Mike Lawson
(Head of Experience, has type 1)

Corinna Cornejo
(Development Manager, has type 2)

Heather Gabel
(Administrative and Programs Assistant, has type 1)

DHF VOLUNTEERS


Lead Administrator
Bradford (has type 1)

Administrators
Lorraine (mother of type 1)
Marie B (has type 1)

Teena (has type 2)

Brian (bsc) (has type 2)

jrtpup (has LADA)

 

LIKE us on Facebook

Spread the word

Loading…

This website is certified by Health On the Net Foundation. Click to verify. This site complies with the HONcode standard for trustworthy health information: verify here.

© 2013   A community of people touched by diabetes, run by the Diabetes Hands Foundation.

Badges  |  Contact Us  |  Terms of Service