my Uncle James should have turned 60 today. even though he died in 1989, when I was 14 years old, he had a profound influence on my life. every advance in the fight against AIDS is a great thing to me because it means someone else’s Uncle James can live a long and happy life. I miss him every day.

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My uncle James was eight years old when I was born, and the story I have heard my whole life is that he was so excited that my mom had given birth that he ran around sharing the great news with eve…

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My dear friend Oliver Stanley, photographed with his partner Fran Lyons outside the Coffee Inn in the early 90’s. Oliver died, aged 41, from AIDS-related complications on this day in 1995. Much missed and remembered with love. More via the link in comments.

#WorldAIDSDay2025: remembering my boyfriend who died of #AIDS in London in 1983 before there were any retrovirals or effective treatment of any kind; the AIDS crisis isn't over — it's just different — & we need renewed commitment to end the scourge of #HIV/AIDS... #WorldAIDSDay

It's World AIDS Day. My father has a panel on the AIDS Quilt. He was 39 when he died. If you've never taken a digital walk through The Aids Quilt, and the Library of Congress digitization of the entries, I hope you'll consider it. www.aidsmemorial.org/interactive-... www.loc.gov/collections/...

This is my uncle, who died of AIDS in 1988. Only 10 years my senior, when I'd stay with my grandparents, he was my babysitter. He made me peanut butter toast and let me listen to his records (he was a huge Melanie fan) and then we'd head off to the hippie bookstore. I miss him so much.

Ren "Stop Israel’s Murder of Palestinians” Jender@renjender.bsky.social · 8mo ago

Since our fucking government isn’t observing World AIDS Day, I will. In 1990, I started taking care of people in the last stages of AIDS in their homes. I did this for nearly two years. The home care company I worked for had meetings for those of us who solely (or nearly solely) took care of PWAs.

This unacknowledged World AIDS day, I'm remembering my two beloved uncles who died of AIDS in the 90s: Steven Schultz (seen in the photo) and Don Reid. They lived on the upper west side of Manhattan, in a stretch of apartments along the West Side Highway and I vividly remember their small apartment.

Trump not acknowledging does not erase World AIDS Day. Too many lost. Government failure. Today for those who died of and those who just couldn’t go on. Steve and Dennis. Laura and I will always love you. Our family.

Many personal and professional layers to #WorldAidsDay for me. My Uncle Joe was a gay man who contracted HIV in the 1980’s pandemic. I watched him suffer for years, wasting away from AIDS until he died at just age 39, when I was 9. Massive impact on me and my reasons for becoming a nurse.

My dad's best friend from high school, Dean, died of AIDs when I was a kid. We did this quilt for him (I helped paint the Pooh and Tigger.) I'm glad there's a place I can periodically check it out and be reminded of him. I didn't know him long but all my memories are wonderful. He was a gem.

Here is an article that was written in the @latimes.com shortly after my father lost his battle with AIDS in 1986

My mom and my aunts sewed a panel for my uncle when he died. I've had the chance to see parts of the quilt in person, the most recently was in Toronto in 2006, and it is such a beautiful tribute, seeing the art and love that surrounded each person, which is what also makes it so devastating.

Gabe Ortíz@tusk81.bsky.social · 8mo ago

“The National AIDS Memorial, through a partnership with the AIDS Quilt Touch team, presents all 50,000 panels of the AIDS Memorial Quilt in an interactive experience so people around the world can experience the beauty of the Quilt and witness the love and stories stitched into each panel.”

My friend Dickie and me in 98 I think, before he died in 2000. He was one of the first people to believe in my writing even though I was so young, and I’m so grateful to the generation of AIDS activists who shaped my politics and my understanding of what it means to be queer.

Me and my best friend J. at the AIDS Memorial Quilt in DC. 1987? He died not long after this at the age of 27. I still think of him almost every day. #worldaidsday #neverforget

My uncle, Douglas Colesworthy, on the AIDS Memorial Quilt. He died in 1987. Silence = death.

Bruce was my choir director and probably the first person I knew that died of AIDS. Here is is patch on the AIDS Quilt. He’s probably the best music teacher I ever had. #worldaidsday

My mom made this panel of the AIDS Memorial quilt for nine of her friends who died. Kenny was my beautiful, funny friend and roommate; he died in 1990 and I still think of him so often. Silence = Death.

Rebecca Colesworthy@rcolesworthy.bsky.social · 8mo ago

My uncle, Douglas Colesworthy, on the AIDS Memorial Quilt. He died in 1987. Silence = death.

Commemorating World AIDS Day with a personal loss and tribute: Friend and former bandmate, Steve Vincent, who died at 30. Fuck Reagan and trump.

My older brother, Geoffrey a businessman who lived in L.A. died from AIDS in 1990. He’s the boy kneeling on the right. I really miss him. He was a fussy neat freak, expert photographer and very protective of me. Very glad people with AIDS have life saving treatments available. ❤️❤️❤️ #WorldAIDS

Let me give you a visual. On the right was my brother, Jack. He was my mentor and more a father than our father was to us. Both father and brother died 5 months apart. Jack had HIV/AIDS. I was the only one at his funeral.

I missed world aids day but oh well. this is my uncle victor, he died of aids about 10 years before I was born. i was named for him and i used the feminized version of it as my middle name to honor him. i always wished growing up he was still here so I wasn't the only queer person in the family

I know I'm a day late, but I want to celebrate my best friend, Paul King, who died after a six year battle with AIDS. His boyfriend was one of the first cases in San Francisco.Other friends of mine did not survive that long. It didn't have to happen this way. #WorldAIDSDay

My brother died of AIDS in 1995. He nearly made it to the moment when drug treatments became available.

#WorldAIDSDay #WorldAIDSDay2025 #whatisrememberedlives

Given Trump’s latest actions, it’s a good day to give @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social a follow 🔺👍

I make a point of reading one post a day on @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social FB page. Never easy reading, but I feel I must. Does that make sense? A rather sad post today where the poster talked about survivors guilt, having seen his best friend and former partner die of Aids in the 80's and 90's. 😢

My late lover, Mark, died 43 years ago next month, alone in a Seattle ICU, another HIV/AIDS casualty. The viral attack came fast as did death. He phoned from the hospital in tears, asking me to remember him. We then lived two states apart. His last gift was a studio pic. I just AI-animated it.❤️‍🩹🎈

Thinking of my friend Gary Way today. ❤️ The AIDS Memorial Quilt, begun in 1987, is the world’s largest community folk art project. You can find Gary on Panel #0233. aidsmemorial.org

@theaidsmemorial.bsky.social I worked with a man named Mike Pascoe. We were Met Police Traffic Wardens in London’s West End. I was 20 he was in his 30’s. I found out 2 weeks ago that as I suspected he died from #AIDS. Every death is a tragedy and a life lost that should have been lived with pride.

I detest FB, but the submitted memorial stories on the @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social page are crushingly haunting and powerful. Atlanta lost so many brilliant, creative souls. May their memories be a blessing.