It's getting close
Submitted by Jimf3 on March 23 1999 at 21:39:48
In reply to Laying a wreath Submitted by F.O.D. on March 23 1999 at 18:16:08
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Dear FOD, The anniversary will be at the end of April. I actually don't remember the exact date off the top of my head but it's on the death certificate, which I have. I'm sure the date will bring up unpleasant memories. The way that I found out about his death was very traumatic. I almost fainted. I posted on BC an hour after I found out. I think Not has that thread in his Digest. I'm going to look for it. We met in the garden of the Gay and Lesbian Community Center in New York City. I was reading the NY Times and he was sitting with a group of friends across the way. He came over and told me to smile, that I looked way too serious. Pretty lame pickup line, eh? :-) He took me to an an off-off Broadway performance that night called "24 Cloves of Garlic" at LaMama Etc . We left at intermission because it was really terrible. ;-) I was in really bad shape at the time, just drifting from thing to thing not really caring what happened with my life. He pulled me out of that bad time and gave me an anchor to hold on to. We were very much in love for a long time, though not in a heated, romantic way after the first few months. We were each a total part of the other's life. Friends called us the Bobsey twins in jest, but it was true. Years later I was able to give him the same kind of anchor that had been so important to me. When we found out that he was going to die (and I'll never forget that moment - it's etched in my brain. I remember every detail of the room and the people) I rallied for him and worked as hard as I could to make his last months happy and comfortable. At the same time, he was happy to begin meeting my BL friends. He met Tygyr and gave me his blessing for the relationship that we would have after Lenny died. He took great joy in other people's happiness. Even when the pain and fatigue made him irritable and snappy, he tried very hard to find the joy in life. He almost always succeeded. Love, Jim |