I met Chuck or rather Chuck met me at a HIV support group. I later learned from him he had intentions once he read a recent story written about the group with a photo of me published along with the article. Whatever his intentions was we hit it off despite the fact that he had twenty years over me, me being in my early thirties-he in his fifties. It wasn’t like he was robbing the cradle but was my first time dating someone older and there were reservations because of the age difference but since we had so much in common, and not just our status, we become a couple.
I had always admired Chuck as he was a driven person and refused to let his status stop him from living a full life. He had a successful career of which when Mondays came around he welcomed it as he loved what he did. He shared his love with his dog Tasha who didn’t give me that same love right away as she would yap at me and keep a clear distance. But one day after slipping her a whole beef rib, she warmed up to me right away. The power of the rib! And the bulk of Chuck’s love went to his son. A young man that could brighten up and remove any bad moods Chuck would experience. As a single father, his son was always first in his life.