Jolts from the not too Distant Past
Jolts from the not too Distant Past no way to bail out, no parachute beside my bed… I wrapped myself around the AIDs epidemic in the 80’s. The fear grew well into the 90’s, when I saw a man on a starvation drip. (no more Lazarus for him) He had had enough of needles and ventilators and AZT and gauze and scars and tubing. Suddenly my fear was gone, and there was a raw sense of militancy. I was determined to give him a dignified burial. What else could I do for a person who had starved himself to death rather than go on fighting a lost battle. One really needs to be brave and distinguished to accomplish such a deed with honor. I knew that, the nurses knew that. His family knew nothing but the looming gossip around them.