Damn.
I lost an old and dear friend to AIDS in 1986, and because we hadn't been corresponding all that faithfully, as is the way with people who grew up together, but later become separated by 1000 miles, I didn't know he had died until a year later. Because this was the 1980s, and the AIDS scare was in full swing, his family abandoned him, and he died alone. This still pains and angers me, whenever he comes to mind. I can't help thinking of the might-have-beens.
I hope Angelsboi's family is gathering around him now. I hope they are giving him all the support and love he needs. I hope they do this, so there won't be any might-have-beens for them.
I hope Angelsboi pulls through this crisis. I don't want another reason to drink to Bjorn.
(By the way, email sent.)