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Loving son

My father lived in a City-hotel for homeless men with AIDS. My father was an intravenous drug user and I didn't have contact with him for 20 years. I loved him deeply and I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of regular visits at all hours with him. I buried my father with full services but could only try and call relatives for his friends and neighbors who went anonymously to Potters Field. With each visit we mourned another death. I honor those now and thank you. Greg Gonzalez

November 26, 2018 • Miami now, NYC then

faithfulwife

I am an HIV positive healthcare provider. I remember being afraid to die as my teenage son would have had problems finding someone to bury me.

July 15, 2018

faithful wife

I am a long surviving HIV positive healthcare professional. I remember being scared to die as my teenage son would have had problems trying to fine some one to bury me.

July 15, 2018