It was 14 years ago and it feels like last week. My son, Patrick had his last Thanksgiving dinner with the family in 1994, and then lost his battle with AIDs two days later. He was just 19 and had been suffering from this horrible disease for several years. He just wanted to live long enough to have a cure discovered, but here it is 14 years later and still no cure. He was so sick at Thanksgiving that he could only eat a couple mouthfuls of food, then he had to go into the hospital ICU the next day.
I’ve never really enjoyed Thanksgiving since then.