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Scott Part Two

(continued from the previous entry)

Umm... Tissue warning on this entry.

Scott met Mark when I was about 14, which was about the time I found out he was gay and had AIDS. He moved in with Mark and out of my hometown. My mom said it was because he was getting really sick and needed to live with Mark so Mark could take care of him. That is what love is. That is the love I want to find someday. It's no less real a love because it was two men.

The summer of 1992 they went on a trip through Joshua Tree National Park and Death Valley. Scott had always wanted to do that. On the way home from Death Valley he had a stroke caused by a cranial embolism, and he died instantly. Mark didn't know for about an hour that Scott was gone. He thought Scott was sleeping, but when he didn't wake up when they stopped for gas... Well. Yeah.

His funeral was a week later. It was sort of new agey, but they had this table where you could put things that reminded you of him, like photos and things. We put a picture of our cat Max, who had been given to us by Scott, and a box of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies. I was 16 years old that summer, but I'll never forget where I was when I found out, nor will I forget the feeling of love that filled that church hall. We started to make a square for him for the AIDS Memorial Quilt, but we never finished it. My mom found a piece of needlework she did for it, and I've asked her if I can have it.

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No song this time becasue this entry is already late.

Posted by Judy at July 29, 2006 03:37 PM