I find my mind wondering again and again to the fundraiser we had last night for Positive Directions. I remember 26, 27 years ago when we would do fundraisers almost every weekend. I remember fighting with funeral directors to bury people who had died with AIDS. I remember begging families to embrace their children before they died instead of after. I remember spending hours trying to convince men to use condoms. I remember wishing for an organization like Positive Directions during that time. I’m glad I have a newer memory to hold onto.
