I met Butch through our Thursday night Zoom writing group. I met him in real life at Positive Living in 2024 ~ I wrote him a poem:
Heart
he brough into every room.
Posting comments on the HIV Memorial Page
daily, and sometimes for hours.
His goal, to write on every post,
a message for everyone lost.
They all mattered.
Heart
An ally
who continued to stand by
diving his heart into more positive people.
Positive connections.
Some burn out,
Butch just burned brighter.
With each breath he took in
of other’s traumas and stories.
Everyone mattered and deserved to be seen,
heard, their life’s journey deserved to be known
and kept alive.
Like the tide rolling in.
His eyes sparkled like
golden hours sunlight
reflecting off ocean waves.
Twinkling forever
among the thousands
awaiting his glow’s return
into their energy.
The loves and friends
He lost long ago
Countless souls he never even met
touched from afar
also line up to greet him.
I’m honored to have met him
We connected with cirrhosis trauma.
Having watched it’s horrors first hand,
knowing the pain and symptoms it brings.
I watched it consume someone I loved,
but Butch’s sparkling smile
always showed up Thursday nights.
Ooh Butch
you are the forever sunset.
Those cute dimples will be missed
however, your love and impacts will remain.
Brooke Davidoff ~