Jeffrey Adrian Yinger

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Jeffrey Adrian Yinger died on November 15, 1993. He was 27 years old when he passed on. A virbrant, funny, energetic handsome young man. I met Jeffrey in 1989 when I was 19. We feel in love instantly. We were so happy together. For three years we remained together till AIDS drove us apart. I took care of Jeffrey when he told me he was sick. Although he kept it a secret from me for about a year, I still loved him when he told he has AIDS. I got Jeffrey involved with a clinic at Johns Hopkins hoping the damage HIV did wasn't so severe. It was too late, by 1990 he had no tcells left and the only treatment was AZT. Within a year he became very sick and was being rushed to the emergency room on a regular basis for seizures and yet still no one knew he had AIDS but me. The stress was so much I couldn't take it. I left Jeffrey to his family. His immaturity and short temper was too much to handle alone without the help of anyone else. It was diffcult and devastating for me. Not even any members of his family. Then one time he had a seizure that was so severe I had no choice. So Jeffrey moved back into his old room at his mothers house and I taught the family how to take care of him and what to do and who to call. I visited him a great deal, spoke to him alot. He continued to be difficult even with his mother. Then I got the call one day, Jeffrey was in the hospital and he was going down quick. I took charge and spent the night with him, called all his friends to come and say goodbye. Jeffrey insisted that he did not want to die in the hospital and we moved him back to his moms home and had Maryland Hospice care take care of Jeffrey That was May 1993, Jeffrey was told he had about two days to live. He died November the following autumn. During that summer I took care of Jeffrey for weeks on end, driving 140 miles round trip from where I live now outside of Annapolis. Jeffrey showed such great improvement and had so many loving friends that soon they took over and Jeffrey even returned to driving and going out. He was up and about for several weeks in September and the one day got into bed and never came out. I went up to see him a couple of times, held him in bed, cried alot, I cried so much. Then I got a call, Jeffrey sat up in bed, coughed and died. I remember so much of what we shared while we together, I go back occasionally to the apartment we had, I go to his mothers and go up to his bedroom, sit on his bed and think about what a beautiful man he was. Though he gave me more than a hard time, I loved him more than anyone ever and always will. I remember Vacations at the beach, saturdays at his salon, doing IT in the back seat of his car on a hot summer night. Its his laugh, thats what I'll miss and his temper choice but to tell the family was he was sick with. It became a severe strain to take care of him alone so we moved Jeffrey back into his mothers house where he went on disability. From that point on

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