G’bye Don

Don playing the fluteI’ve been trying to think of something to say about a friend of mine who died this past Tuesday. I knew Don for about a year an a half, I think. I probably hung out with him less than 10 times, but I always liked talking with him. We’d talk about music, bars, being gay. You know, stuff.

I knew he was getting sicker and after he left to be closer to his family in Florida I gradually lost touch with him. I’d see him every now and then on AIM and I’d email him every so often to say hi, or wish him happy birthday. The last 6 or 7 months I hadn’t seen or heard from him at all. I sent an e-mail a while back and got no reply. I tried to visit his website, but it kept coming back as a 404 error. (I just found out I had been spelling it wrong this whole time.)

I now feel bad that I just assumed he had died earlier – I now feel sad I didn’t make a better attempt at tracking him down before he really did.

Anyway, I don’t want to remember him as my friend who died of AIDS. I want to remember him as the guy who once told me that when he first met me that he thought I was an asshole, but he later thought I was cute and pretty cool.

I thought you was cute and pretty cool too. Bye Don, I’ll miss you.