Somewhere in this journal, is the mention of this beautiful, yet bizarre, love I have for a the two major parts of a three way relationship in Phoenix.
I have also mentioned John’s death and how I felt him follow me around for the holiday, sharing his decorating madness with me…
I have also mentioned my fantasy mind, where I pick their encounter as the point where I converted
to HIV positive, simply because it is a moment that was also filled with love and friendship.
Bob told me last night, that Doyle killed himself recently. I want to say this is not being posted to invite an onslaught of ‘so sorry for your loss’ things. My heart knew this was an outcome.
Doyle has this odd way about him, about his communication. Not just his thoughts, but his actual speech patterns. It was very difficult to understand Doyle. John did it with complete ease. But that is what true-mates do. They understand each other. I think John was Doyle’s interpreter to the rest of the world.
The fact that Doyle survived John for so many years is a bit amazing to me. Really.
I will miss them for the rest of my life, but I am thankful that Doyle is no longer missing John. I don’t know how he could have ever truly managed that.
I love them both. I always will.
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