This is my dad Ron, looking like a stock image from a hip 80’s business man catalog. Somewhere in my odd genetic grab bag lies his smile, sarcasm, and obsessive archiving skills, amongst a million other little things. He died of AIDS on December 8th, 1997 when I was 13 years old. As I get older, there is a growing list of things that I can’t call to ask him, accomplishments I can’t share, and wonderful people in my life he’ll never meet. 

Today is World AIDS Day. Please get tested.