Taught by Time and Tim
His rail thin body looked childlike under the sheets. At 35 his once muscular body could no longer stand without someone holding him up. AIDS was about to take his life. The lessons I learned from my brother Tim that November were lost on me then. 25 years later, I see. I didn’t know that learning how to pull back the plunger on a syringe to the precise centimeter or how to manage a morphine pump would be essential skills when the man I would marry three years later was on his death bed. I didn’t know there was a
