November 4, 1977

Today's the anniversary of my mother's death. That doesn't get me all melancholy. Death happens, and it was a long time ago. But this year is a just a bit different. She died 28 years ago. I was 14. She's been dead twice as long as I've been alive. Also, she was 42 years old. I am now 42 years old. Having HIV for 18 years, I've wondered if I would make it past age 42. Sometimes I still wonder.