It's been a long month. One of my best friends, a person I've been close to for twenty years, died on May 19 after a long illness. With the help of a hospice nurse and her friends, she was able to pass away with dignity at home, in her own bed.
One of the conditions of gay life is that our closest friends become our family in a way that you almost never see in the straight world. Like many things gay this is poorly understood from the outside, but it is noble and sacred.
May this dear one rest in peace.