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Like my son said, "Honesty is all I have left." •
Never was I ashamed of my son. I was ashamed of the reaction of those
who couldn’t handle AIDS… That is why it was kept a secret,
except to close family and friends. • Then
the awareness of AIDS quietly started to surface once it was realized
AIDS hadn’t any preference whom it would attack!
Still another attack came about by society once the word "AIDS" surfaced. The stigma was on the warpath and overpowered the compassion most needed. Fear was embedded and AIDS misconstrued. • My only regret about writing is the fact that I am now coming forward publicly and my son is gone. Through love and with love to my son, Chip, I am proudly writing this in his memory -- a memory of the beautiful person he always was.
*** The above excerpts are taken from the book. There are 27 Chapters. A pure coincidence. "27" was his age entering heaven. A few titles are:
Life and Destiny….. The Penalty for Waiting….. Oh No, Not Again….Why Dad, What Have I Done?,,,,, Party Down City….. When You Get Old….. A Time of Unknown Answers….. If It Hadn’t Been For Gramma….. Last Letters….. Living Overtime….. The Heartache of Unnecessary Fear….. "Special Son, Chip"….. The Essence of Balloons