Today is #WorldAIDSDay. In the early 2000’s I volunteered with an organization that held a camp twice a year for inner city families from Baltimore and DC affected by the disease in the mountains of VA. Among other things, I photographed the camp activities and took family photos. I would rush down to the local CVS and have the film developed and printed so that we could give each family a photo. Some of the families told me that my photo was the only family photo they had.
I had several children who were my little buddies. One young girl, M, would get off the bus and look for me when they arrived. She would run up and hug me and ask if I was going to take her fishing. I loved M. She lost her mother in the mid ‘00s to the disease. M was also HIV positive, a result of transmission from mother to child before birth.
Many of the families told me how grateful they were for those weekends. That we have them the only vacation they ever got. We made a difference. As treatments became more effective and the AIDS epidemic waned, funding became scarce. The organization that sponsored the weekends collapsed and grassroots efforts by the volunteers failed to raise enough money to keep it going. I lost touch with M. I think about her often, but especially today. If she’s still with us, she’d be in her early 30’s.