There are just some people you are drawn to. When I was volunteering at an AIDS organization around 1988-90, I met the Street Coordinator (the guy who went to the bathhouse and parks where guys go to have anonymous sex and provided Safe Sex information). He was a funny, engaging guy and we became friends. He was one of several who were mentor-ish, pseudo-older brother-types. I got to hear stories as he met and fell in love with a guy from Amsterdam, moved to the Netherlands, and returned (single) a few years later. I should have spent more time with him. I knew he had AIDS, but I only was around him when he was healthy. I hadn’t heard from him in a few years and got a handwritten card from his roommate and former coworker that told me he had died.
I miss you, Jah Mel!