In our small Southern city there opened today a showing of panels of the AIDS Quilt. I cried. I've never met any of the folk memorialized on the quilt. All of them are strangers to me. But the sight of it moved me to tears. Loving remembrances, famous and not famous. Parents, children, lovers. The panels are 3 feet by 6 feet: the size of a coffin.
I did have a small connection to one panel. My friend Ch. had invited me to the opening night of the Quilt's arrival in town. His partner Doug died nearly ten years ago of AIDS. His panel was part of the display. Ch. showed it to me and explained all the parts, all the symbols. He'd brought with him pictures and shared remembrances and love. They were so much in love.
A little bit of grieving releases in me a whole lot of grief.