Millions will die of the disease all across the world if they don’t do something to stop it. Some deaths don’t matter, that’s what people think. There are people who are glad his son, and his kind, are dead. AIDS. Say the word. AIDS. They used to play catch in the backyard, and they watched TV, side-by-side, his son snuggled up next to him on the sofa. His son, who moved to New York City, who was not afraid. His son, who saw what he couldn’t. Who recorded memories. Who made things.
