Oct. 28, 1994, was a beautiful day in Minnesota as the last of the leaves were fluttering to the ground.
But I was content to be with my younger brother, John, 43, at the Chateau Care Center in Minneapolis as he neared the end of his 26-month battle with AIDS.
Two months earlier--on the first day of school--John stood in front of each of his social studies classes at Buffalo [Minn.] Senior High School, in spite of being weak and with his numerous lesions painfully visible. At the end of that day, he struggled to the superintendent's office and resigned.
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