July 9, 2012 jennyrain

The AIDS Quilt | Washington DC

This is the first time I have had the opportunity to see the AIDS quilt.

Over the two weeks surrounding Independence day, it was stretched out across the mall. Though I had heard my dad and Dencil talk about the quilt, and the impact that it can have on you, I was completely unprepared for the stark reality of the number of names of the deceased that covered the lawn of the mall.

Hundreds of thousands of people have died from this disease.

Men, women, children, babies.

It gave me pause to think about the gift of health. The gift of mobility. The blessing of friends who do not have to greet me from behind a sterilized medical mask because any germ could be fatal. It made me think of Gitz and the pain she suffered the last years of her life and how she chose joy despite the pain. It made me wonder how many of the names on the quilt had taken the route my friend Sara did and thus left an eternal legacy for those behind.

It also made me think of the names of all of those who were still suffering

Whether it be from AIDS, or cancer, or violent oppression, or some form of lack of freedom.

Because truly, the suffering of one of our fellow sisters or brothers should cause the compassion of us all… though many times it does not. Sometimes suffering results in increased prejudice, or denial, or blatent disregard for the fallen and the falling.

Think Rwandan genocide.

Think German Holocaust.

Think American Internment Camps.

Think AIDS crisis.

Think Breast Cancer.

Think Sex Trafficking both inside our borders and across the world.

It should not be.

On our watch, may the names that are quilted into the fabric of justice and freedom and health be greater than the names that become a part of our memories.

Sweet Shot Tuesday with Kent Weakley Photobucket
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jennyrain

I break things and trip a lot. I like to chase things like dreams, goals, ideas, and raindrops. I create things with words. Writing has been an outlet since I first discovered the magic empty space of a journal. Words dance around in my brain and often land amidst scraps of paper, find their way into journals, or etch themselves into blinking pixels. I hope my words fall like rain on tender souls in need of refreshing. Finding photos in random moments helps me share stories. During a trip to Africa the perfect trifecta of my first DSLR, mission trip, and dream-location happened and my love of photography became a reality. I'm currently writing my first book, "Will They Laugh if I Call You Daddy: Growing up with 2 Dads in an Evangelical World," I'm a board member for One Million Kids, and I believe that every kid of an LGBT parent should have an opportunity to #ChangeTheConversation with their story. My bio remains in process because I am.

Comments (2)

  1. Tamarsb

    These images are just so touching, and amazing. I have seen it in person, too, and it is just awe inspiring. 
    Tamar
    goodrandomfun.blogspot.com

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