This year has been very busy for me. Lots of "ups" and a few very lows, especially learning of the murder of my stepson! His loss reminded me that I should never ever take one second for granted.
Brandon came into my life when he was about 5 years old (1990), when I married his dad (my 3rd try). He was often more grown than both his biological parents, having to be the "go between". The bond he and I shared...teaching him to read, helping with other homework, trying to help him understand the push and pull between his parents...never died. We lost touch when his father left me (for a "friend of the family") in 1999.
My contracting HIV and becoming an activist on social media is how we found each other again! We would "chat" back and forth, catching up on what had happened with each other over the past 10 years. Never once did he judge or belittle me for living so out loud with my AIDS. He told me he was very proud of me.
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