Dear Brother 🖤
"This glass I raise is heavy
Heavy as my heart this day
The reaper slipped right past us
Bastard stole your breath away"
- puscifer
William Paffett's Memorial Page https://t.co/VMDeE2gDFe
Madonna on instagram about her brother Christopher Ciccone passing 🕯️🖤: “My brother Christopher is gone.
He was the closest human to me for so long
Its hard to explain our bond
But it grew out of an understanding that we were different and society was going to give us a hard time for not following the status quo.
We took each other's hands and we danced through the madness of our childhood
In fact dance was a kind of superglue that held us together.
Discovering Dance in our small Midwestern town saved me and then my brother came along, and it saved him too
My ballet Teacher, also named Christopher- created a safe space for my brother to be Gay.
a word that was not spoken or even whispered where we lived.
When I finally got the courage to go to New York to become a Dancer.
My brother followed.
And again we took each other's hands, and we danced through the madness of New York City!
We devoured Art and Music And Film like hungry animals
we were in the epicenter of all of these things exploding.
We danced through the madness of the AIDS epidemic.
We went to funerals and we cried, and we went dancing. We danced together on stage in the beginning of my career and eventually, he became my the Creative. Director, of many tours. When it came to good taste, my brother was the Pope, and you had to kiss the ring to get his blessing.
We defied the Roman Catholic Church,
The Police, the Moral Majority and all Authority figures that got in the way of Artistic freedom! My brother was right by my side.
He was a painter a poet and a visionary.
I admired him. He had impeccable taste. And a sharp tongue, Which he sometimes used against me but l always forgave him.
We soared the highest heights together And floundered in the lowest lows.
Somehow, we always found each other again and We held hands and we kept dancing.
The last few years have not been easy We did not speak for sometime but
When my brother got sick. We found our way back to each other.
I did my best to keep him alive as long as possible.
He was in so much pain towards the end
Once again, we held hands We closed our eyes and we danced.Together.
I'm glad he's not suffering anymore.
There will never be anyone like him.
I know he's dancing somewhere.
Anarchist collective teach people how to make pirated versions of expensive pharma drugs using precursor ingredients. "A course of Solvadi, the drug by Gilead that cures Hepatitis C, costs $83,000. We made it for $70." https://t.co/IQyBlCVNkx
This is Kid. I’m having a hard time with grief today. I can’t stand the thought of my dad being forgotten so here are pictures of him. His name was Tom Bowen and he was a good man and a wonderful father.
Nobody should have to feel this sadness. Philadelphia must do far more to prevent similar tragedies.
I'm glad to see that @CouncilmemberKJ attended and spoke to the need for additional funding and support for Vision Zero.
https://t.co/rrFUDtcUNd
‘No more deaths’: Philly cyclists hold memorial ride in FDR Park, protest Center City bike lane parking while calling for safety improvements https://t.co/p8jpVqnEYN
Bike safety advocates joined friends and family of Mario D’Adamo III on Sunday to honor him with a memorial bike ride, marking a full year since his death. They gathered solemnly in FDR Park, where a hit-and-run driver killed the 37-year-old.
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