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“A Day To Remember”
By: Joyce Williams
The old grey Cadillac rolled to a stop in front of the small frame house on the
tree lined street in Texas. The day was crisp and clear and the temperature was
rising.
Our family had lived ten years with a sentence of death—because of a blood
transfusion containing the HIV virus. I recalled how our daughter, Lydia, had found
comfort in rituals following the death of her nine-‐month-‐old son.
On the first anniversary of Bryan’s death, Lydia planned a ceremony—read
portions of his funeral service and released balloons. Another year the family
planted a tree. Frantically, she looked for ways to deal with her grief.
When Lydia’s own date with death came creeping close she capitalized on
her love of the sea and her older son’s love of dolphins. The mammal collection grew
and shortly before her death Lydia located a final gift—a bronze of three jumping
dolphins. On a video of favorite stories she encouraged Matt to look at the dolphins
and remember how much she loved him.
So today, June 21st—Lydia’s birthday. Matt, in the end stage of AIDS, invited
his uncle David and me to come to Dallas to celebrate his mom’s birthday. I didn’t
know what Matt had in mind but I knew he had the day carefully planned.
Shortly after we arrived, Matt’s best friend, Zach, and his family came
bringing a birthday cake. The white letters on chocolate frosting read: Happy
Birthday, Lydia, we miss you! Under the lettering were three jumping dolphins.
After pizza and cake, the agenda for the ceremony was announced. First, we
would watch four videos. One showed a rolly-‐polly Matt at age two and a half in the
park with his mom, his doctor and her three children. As Matt got to the top of the
slide he announced loudly to himself, and all the other kids: “I’m not as scared.”
The next video was a professionally made account of Bryan’s House-‐ a home
conceptualized by Lydia to serve HIV positive children. The home was named for the
first child in Dallas County to die of AIDS. Tears streamed down my face as I recalled
the five months Bryan lived after being diagnosed with HIV. Memories flooded my
mind and Matt’s, I suspect, for Matt decided not to watch the next video. This one
was made of Bryan the day before he died.
During a pause in the videos, Matt asked each of us to recall a special memory
of his mom. Mine was of the young girl whose French braids had grown so long she
could sit on them and the day she decided to have them cut. Her ambivalent feelings
about her new look were fresh in my memory.
As the afternoon progressed, Matt’s strength faded. He asked to lie down on
the couch to watch the last video—his favorite! This was the recording of his mom
reading his favorite stories— The Giving Tree and The Little Prince.
When Matt’s dad asked that I read the book, I Miss My Little Brother, I
agreed. Lydia had written it for Matt after Bryan’s death. As I sat beside Matt and
turned to the first page, he began to read. I recalled how Lydia had coped with her
approaching death by writing poetry, story books for Matt and notes of
encouragement to family and friends—in spite of her pain an failing eyesight.
To end our day, each person chose a different colored helium balloon. Matt
wanted purple because it was his and his mom’s favorite color. We carried him
outside in his wheelchair. One at a time we released our balloons. Ten -‐ eleven –
twelve -‐ the colors brilliant against a cloudless sky. The air currents moved the
colored specks in a fan shape across the horizon. Then the specks began to shift.
Slowly, as we watched, the balloons began to realign themselves. In a moment David
shouted, “Look, the balloons have made a perfect ‘L’.” Soon, the newly formed “L”
disappeared from sight
What a day to remember!