One of the toughest things I‘ve ever done was pay several visits to someone dying of AIDS.
I was not with him in his final hours.
But I was in his company enough to witness the terror in his eyes as he was losing his battle with a disease that makes no distinction on the basis of sexuality or race.
That was a one-time experience for me - it hasn’t been repeated except in flashbacks. So I can hardly imagine the sense of loss that haunts those who have been deprived of several cherished friendships in this way. Click here to read this blog.
This blog by Tony Lobl was published in the Washington Post on Nov. 30, 2012.
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