75. One World, One Hope.

Date: July 8, 1998
Age: 21

Hello from the AIDS Conference. I got you a T-shirt.
Love, Dad

I know, it's been too, too long since I've updated this blog. This was not something I wanted to fall by the wayside, but it's been a busy few months, and unfortunately, something had to give. I am hoping that after the holidays I can get back to updating this regularly, at it is a project I feel passionate about, and I don't want it to stall.

Since it's been so long, I decided not to continue right away with the chronicling the Brazil postcards chronologically. Today is World AIDS Day, and my father is very dedicated to AIDS research, education, and prevention, and he's been to multiple International AIDS Conferences. He was even ballsy enough to give me condoms in high school. Not just for myself, mind you, but to give to my friends as well. Yeah, well, none of us were having sex at the time. But every December 1, my friends and I assembled AIDS ribbons and handed them out in school, not driven by any afterschool group or club; just our own thing. I think my Dad noticed.

Speaking of which, I know he's had a relapse, and he's back in Arkansas at the multiple myeloma clinic trying to get his cancer under control and his kidneys into better shape. I tried reaching him on Thanksgiving and the day after, which was his 69th birthday, but no such luck.