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It's Her Party!

Fall/Winter 1997

Dear Annie, when you told me you were going to die soon I really wasn't ready for that. So, the first thing out of my mouth was: "Oh honey you'll be all right!" and you said: "I don't want to hear that coming from you. I would rather just know that I can talk about how I feel."

This made me personally think about being selfish. I don't want to lose this little girl that I have taken to my heart so easily without being selfish. But now, I find myself thinking selfishly and not wanting to let you go! I am not ready to let my long distance phone buddy go! I won't do it! I can't believe this is happening to you.

We were just talking about boys and dating and now we're talking about death and how to distribute your ashes. I am honored that you want me to have some of your ashes. But your ashes will not make me laugh and I won't be able to make them laugh.

But Annie, when it does happen, like I told you, I want to be there representing all of us here who love you. And, yes, Annie, I know that this is your party. I promise you that whatever it takes, we at Women Alive will do all we can to keep the fight going. Even though they say this thing called HIV/AIDS is over, you are proof that it isn't.

For the homeless people, for the people who cannot afford to seek treatment the fight has only begun. I will be the first one fighting because the system needs to know that it shouldn't matter where we live or where we come from or what color we are. We are all in this together.

Annie, my heart feels so sad. I find myself waiting for your phone calls. I feel good about the fact that at least we at Women Alive have you and you have us. It is our hope that we can raise enough money to bring you and your foster mother here to California. We will finally meet you and you can meet all the people you have talked to on the hotline. We can bring a little sunshine to each other.

If there is a list (like if God has one or something) Annie, trust me, I'd take you off of it. I would climb to the very top of the mountain and howler "Oh! NO!", to who ever may be listening, "Not our Annie!"

But so far, the only one listening is your insurance company and that's for their own selfish personal gain! Yeah, they raised her premiums! What F--- Heads!

I met you when you were only 12 years old, and you wanted to make sure you had called the right number for women that have HIV/AIDS. I was the one who answered the phone. We have been talking ever since. You have become just like one of my kids, but also a very dear friend. All of us at Women Alive consider you a member of our family. We have adopted you.

I also remember the day when I asked you about your wish. You said to me that all you wanted in this whole world, was for someone to adopt you before you got AIDS. When I asked you why, you told me that they would love you and that by the time you got sick it would not matter then because you would have grown on them!

I want you to know that you have been adopted by Women Alive and we all love you very much. And it doesn't matter to us that you have AIDS (except that we wish you didn't), because we love you for you.

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This article was provided by Women Alive. It is a part of the publication Women Alive Newsletter.
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