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I didn't know him personally, but I did see him dance. Thrilling can't describe it.
I was so sad when I read of his death.

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A trusted friend for 25 years. We laughed together, cried together, but most of all we cared together. Save me a seat at the card table and we will play once again.

I was around 12 years old. He was the accountant for my dad's business. Always a great guy with a cool bike he let me and my sister ride on it. Damn, he had his own little disco dance room in his apartment, and I loved to play with the controls. He was a friend of the whole family. Great guy, gentle and loving; best babysitter in the world.

Co-founder of the Swiss Aids Federation in 1985. He was one of the early ones to catch HIV. He didn't make it.


http://www.swissinfo.ch/por/index/Swiss_Aids_pioneer_reflects_on_progress.html?cid=4513058

My next door neighbor when I was growing up, he was a wonderful and talented man.

His Muppet Wiki page:

http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Richard_Hunt

who at the tender age of 4 knew he was different than his brothers, and stood proud of that his entire life. Steve didn't stand for bullying - taking the stance of "yeah, I'm different - so accept it or fuck off". Strong stance for a kid being schooled in the 1960s and 1970s. Much had to do with his parents acceptance and support at an early age - something that was not common back then. His attitude was infectious and served as the basis for my equal rights stance at a very young age that has not only continued to this day, but gotten stronger (and more adamantly intolerant of prejudice) as the years toll on.

Steve passed in 1992 at the age of 27 from complications from AIDS. He may be gone, but the impression he left on those he knew and touched is everlasting.

Dear friend to many and my beloved uncle. He loved us unconditionally, and always did so many things to surprise us and make us laugh. He never came out to us and, with his passing, I learned a lesson. It is important to be vocal in our support. It is important to fight for equal rights for each and every one of us...out loud. It is my greatest regret that not one of us ever told him that we knew and that we loved and accepted him. Everyone should be lucky enough to have an Uncle Bob in their life. He was truly a gift. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the obtuseness of my 17 year old self.

We graduated from high school in 1978. I cared for Joe in Dallas in 1992 as he died from PCP.We had so much fun together.Mark came out in 1992...it took me a lot longer to do the same.

Vic and LeAnne. Two wonderful people taken to soon.

My younger brother Don would have been 49 this past Wednesday. He didn't make it to 30.

He's been on my mind a lot lately and your thought is greatly appreciated.

After we broke up and he came out we were such good friends. We joked that no woman could follow me. Bobby went buck wild and made me just howl with stories of his exploits in repressed Mississippi in the 60s. Years later I tried to get back in touch and found out he had been one of the early losses. I still can't believe it. He was one of the most alive human beings I've ever known.

RIP Honey Boy, but don't forget to get up and boogie once in a while.

on the 14th of this month. I still occasionally think I should call him when I hear something particularly wonderful or just to gnash teeth over politics and the state of the ARTS. He was kind, giving and loving. He was our choice to parent our children if something happened to us, they adored him. My youngest wrote a piece for him and it was recorded on his groups first CD. I had the privilege to care for him the last 2 months of his life, made the decision when to stop treatment and held him in my arms as he died. There are few people with such a sweet soul. I will never stop missing him. Here is a tribute to him by part of his musical community.

THE KIM HUPP AWARD was created in January 2004 by Bayou City Concert Musicals to commemorate the life of Kim Hupp and his passion for musical excellence after his untimely death in December 2002. Kim was BCCM’s first Musical Director. Recipients of the award represent this excellence in acting, singing, directing, conducting, producing, choreographing or teaching in the Houston theatrical arena.

Much beloved and appreciated in Houston’s opera and theater communities, Kim gave freely of his time and talent. As a teacher, he inspired hundreds of students, instilling in them his love of music. He was born August 17, 1955, in Topeka, Kansas. After graduating from the University of Kansas, he moved to Houston and soon became an integral part of the Houston musical community. Kim was a professional pianist, musical director, conductor and piano teacher. He recorded for Ann Thompson’s popular opera preparation kits, Let’s Go To The Opera. He was artist in residence at Houston Community College with Houston Grand Opera’s “Opera to Go Series.” Kim was musical director for Main Street Theater, Opera in the Heights, Stages Theatre, University of St. Thomas productions and Bayou City Concert Musicals productions of Follies, Falsettos and A Little Night Music.

on it is what it is. They've shared my losses, my ups and downs as I have theirs. We walk together, day to day. I think it's a testament to simple, and basic common bonds.

one was an AVP. his name was bob wolfe. then there was mike who maintained the computer system, robert his assistant and gene who worked in the office down the hall. i spoke to robert a few days before his death. i thought he was going to make it. he was still working.

my next door neighbor and friend tom. we only knew each other for a few months. used to ride our bikes together. then there was rinaldo. spent much of his life as a drug addict, but was clean for many years. had just gotten a job as a drug counselor. got his own apartment and a dog. there were a few other guys who had gotten clean from drugs only to find out they had AIDS. can't remember all their names.

on 9/12/2001 i lost my best friend michael bush. he was HIV positive for years. developed cardio myopathy. don't know whether it was from the virus or genetic. it was under control. on the night of 9/12/01 he and his partner of 25 years had steaks on the grill and were drinking martinis. cooper, their cat was sitting on michael's shoulder. his eyes rolled up in his head and he had a massive heart attack. everything stopped. there was no reviving him.

he was the nicest, kindest person i ever met. i miss him terribly. he was only 42. he was beautiful in face and in his soul.

we called him Chester, he was Jim. For Kevin. For Michael, who got to do much work before he was taken and for JT, who didn't. For Cliff who knew he would not get old. I have to say Miguel again, there were two. So many others. They are each missed constantly by many people, including me.

who was also a friend.
Has been gone since 93. Miss him.

His mind was clear to the end and I thank God that he had the chance to make it to Sturgis that last time before his crossing. God bless and keep him, Lovely man.

You'll always be young.

I will always remember the marathon Monopoly games, the laughter, the love you had for life. I remember the tears in your eyes (allergies, my ass!) when my sons called you Uncle Ken.

You will always be in my heart, dude. I love you, I miss you.

but still left us all too soon. A truly beautiful soul.

I KNOW OF A FRIEND WHO WAS FOUND NEGATIVE
AFTER HAVING TEST POSITIVE OF HIV

HE WENT IN FOR PRAYERS AND THAT DID THE MAGIC