After watching Philadelphia tonight I cried. I watched AIDS rip through my aunts body in the early 90’s like a firestorm in a month.
She was in the hospital a lot when I finally caught up with her. We’d play cards, talk about life; she was happy I survived life without her help. Eventually I asked her why she was always in the hospital. She cried and told me that HIV was advancing rapidly. She didn’t want me to hug or kiss her but I practically jumped in the bed with her, held her, and we cried so long. She was beautiful. I watched her caramel skin turn two shades of black. I missed a lifetime with her only to find her and in three months she was gone.
My life, my pain, my past, I don’t live by it. Whom the Son sets free is free indeed! I am here to help anyone who needs to break free. I am a message, a call, a text away! I don’t have all the answers but I do have the resources. You don’t have to live life burdened anymore.
I miss you Auntie Belinda.
