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Memories and Memorials — for the countless many, lost far too young

Sunday, May 27, 2012

On Monday, here in the United States, folks near and wide will be gathering to celebrate Memorial Day, although many may not know what, exactly, it is that they are celebrating.

Originally intended to honor the Civil War fallen, the concept of Memorial Day has since expanded, becoming different things to different people. For some, it is now a day to honor all U.S. veterans, fallen in combat. For others, it has morphed into a celebration of family, long weekends, and the return of warmer weather.

Shane Sawick

For me, however, Memorial Day is about honoring not only those who died fighting for our freedom, but also those closer, lost to far different battles, particularly AIDS.

This Monday, as others unpack their picnic or place flowers on a veteran’s grave, I’ll be thinking of Edward, cracking jokes in his room at Cedars Sinai, bullwhip at his side, so pale and thin, with a smile that belied his true condition.

I’ll think of David and our cherished time at his cabin, out on his deck in the dappled sunlight, singing along with Bette Midler’s Bette of Roses CD amidst the fresh scent of pine.

I’ll remember Jon, a guy I’d dated, who simply disappeared one day. I later learned that he too had died of AIDS, but kept it hidden beneath a cloak of silence, from all of those who loved him.

I’ll acknowledge, too, cynical Howard, who wasn’t always easy to like, but whose presence is still missed.

I’ll think of these, and many more, but most of all, I’ll think of Shane. Prior to his entrance into my life, I was a vastly different person than I am today.

Back in the early 1990’s, I was living a stereotypical, self-obsessed L.A.-lifestyle, where I pursued my entertainment dreams by day and the men of my dreams at night. All of life was about pleasure and its pursuit, as if the obtainment of such esoteric things could actually fill the ache I felt inside.

Shane Sawick was an entirely different type of man from others I’d dated, which both intrigued and unsettled me. While he was tall, handsome, and charming, he also loved denim overalls, which didn’t remotely fit into my West Hollywood aesthetic.

Witty and urbane, Shane was a New Yorker through and through, and his fiery, sophisticated sarcasm was an odd counterpart to my laidback, Southern California calm. He was HIV-positive as well, which was also at odds with my own serostatus.

In those days, we didn’t have the HIV medications we now have. Being HIV-positive was still considered a death sentence, and I was warned by well-meaning friends against getting involved with Shane. They were concerned about not only my becoming infected, as “you never know” how transmission occurs, but they were also concerned about the potential toll it could take on me; a self-absorbed actor-type, suddenly thrust into the role of caregiver to the dying.

Neither they, nor I, had any idea that being a caregiver would ultimately be the best thing that ever happened to me.

With Shane, not only did I find myself plunged into my first real adult relationship, but I discovered that someone could value me for my authentic self, not the façade I’d built up for years.

Shane taught me what it meant to be a true partner, how to communicate, and, indeed, how to love selflessly. He introduced me to foreign lands, to artists of all varied stripe, and to countless experiences far removed from my previously-sheltered life.

And when, after only two years together, Shane began his decline, I learned more about myself than ever before.

I learned that I could face my fears, experience my darker emotions, and walk through the tumult to the other side. What had seemed insurmountable became conquerable, giving me a better appreciation of my own strengths and abilities.

In loving and caring for Shane, I learned how to love others, and myself as well.

Today, I find myself worlds removed from that time of illness and fear, where death seemed to be around every corner. My partner Russ and I have two amazing boys, and our lives now are focused almost purely on living.

I’m often asked how Russ handles the ghost of Shane, given how much I refer to him. But Russ understands fully that, without Shane and his influence, I wouldn’t have become the partner, father, or writer I am, were it not for that transformational experience of loving him.

And so, this Memorial Day, I’ll pause and honor the many of my own troops who have fallen in battle. They may not have had the uniform or the recognition of our armed forces, but the wars they fought were just as valiant, and I, for one, am richer for their many, varied gifts and sacrifices.

In honor of this Memorial Day, I salute Shane, David, Jon, Edward, and even Howard, among countless others, lost far too young.

© Kergan Edwards-Stout.
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12 more reader comments:

  1. shared to timeline

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 1:34pm
  2. Absolutely.

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 1:35pm
  3. Amid all the hatred being spewed abt gay marriage, another sad reminder, so many friends, Woody, who in 1985 escorted me to my 25th class reunion and valiantly pertended (with great success, I might add) to be my boyfriend, Gary who decorated Gimbles/Sterns windows for years and who invited me for Thanksgiving dinner for 5 yrs when I really needed a “home” Oscar, who though a probation officer, was respected by this clients, Biff, who played the organ that made the angels smile, Jeff, my dear dear friend, the first man I fell in love with after my husband’s death, when I thought I would never love again, and was so kind and just let it run its course. Too so many, many more men I’ve known, as close friends or just buddies. You are sadly missed. To say nothing of the actors and other famous men whose lives were sacrificed on the altar of politics. Rest in Peace.

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 1:41pm
  4. I’m not gonna lie, I cried when I read this

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 1:52pm
  5. So did I.

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 1:59pm
  6. What a beautiful story… How you can give yourself completely to your partner and forgetting everything else around you, to help them with what they’re going through in their own life; their own battles!! A truly heart warming story… A MUST READ!!

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 3:22pm
  7. How can we not cry. it’s a beautiful story of Luv! Good memories! Life goes on but we will never forget who touched our heart! And I am sure you are a grreat Dad!

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 3:54pm
  8. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 5:02pm
  9. Beautifully written from the heart from an age that changed all.

    Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 6:25pm
  10. Yes, Well said…..to those of us who survived–we are like the few from WWI (where 70% of a generation of men disappeared) and the very few who were liberated from the Nazi Death Camps (many the only member of an entire extended family alive). The hole that multiple-loss-syndrome leave in us can rarely be healed. I feel like one of the few who remembers.

    Posted on Monday, May 28, 2012 at 7:44am
  11. @ Steven. I lost three of my very best friends in life during the early 90s and countless others that I adored. The emotion from it still overwhelms me at times.

    Posted on Monday, May 28, 2012 at 9:10am
  12. I had a dream last night… There was a memorial parade for all who had died. We lined the streets in purple sweatshirts and carried rainbow flags. There wasn’t that many of us standing, but we stood for many.

    Posted on Monday, May 28, 2012 at 12:36pm