I’ve been thinking about this post for awhile, and I had hoped/assumed it would be a little more ‘celebratory.’ Despite losing him, I was assuming that we were entering a time of greater hope.
But instead, we’re entering, or continue, to live in an era very much like the times when we lost Pedro. And I guess, maybe now more than ever, we should remember him.
He was living in a time and living a life that [was]under a cloud of despair. At 17, he was diagnosed with HIV. AIDS in the 90’s with nearly no medical solutions to prolong your life, you lived under the cloud of a death sentence.
And with that, Pedro, who wasn’t much more than a boy, chose to fight. He’d wake up every single day, put his boots on, and go fight.