Wrongful death suit filed over jail death
http://www.pressherald.com/news/wrongful-death-suit-filed-over-jail-death_2011-01-06.html
Paul "Victor" Galambos was my ex ex boyfriend... Victor had so many problems but I still loved him and I miss him very much. By the time this incident happened Victor and I had been broken up a few months but we were still friends. He visited me at least once a week but his life had gotten too chaotic for me to go along with.
When Victor would play the guitar for me it would compel me to just break down crying it was so beautiful. I have heard many thousands of people play guitar and only a very few in my lifetime have ever had that impact on me.
Victor without his meds would become loopy and unintelligible. It was a very frustrating time in my life. He started doing hard drugs and I could no longer trust that there were not new diseases. I will not follow that path in my life.
When I first met Victor we were both tested together at the STD clinic and we had to wait nearly a month for those results to come in before we could be intimate. Victor's quest for medications that would stabilize his mind led to many rocky roads for us. He would have to have been denied all medications for this to have happened.
After Victor and I parted ways I met Miguel. Miguel changed my life and we had love and his family. Only so the State of Maine could deny us marriage equality. I still love Miguel and at this point he is my hope for happiness.
Looking back, I was close friends with Charlie Howard too who was murdered in Bangor Maine for being effeminate and gay.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Howard_(murder_victim)
I don't think I have mourned for Charlie like I should have. Some things are just too painful to think about so we lock them away in our subconscious. I can still see the twilight coming on and me walking by Charlie like it was yesterday. How was I to know what was going to happen? I saw Charlie Howard about an hour before he was murdered. My boyfriend Allen, at the time, asked me to not hang around with Charlie. His reason was that Charlie was to much of a swish. I loved Allen very much. So instead of me being there for Charlie I wimped out on him. It was dusk and I saw Charlie hanging around the town square and simply walked right by and went home to wait for my boyfriend to come home. The next day Charlie was gone.
Tell me, should this be the typical life of a gay person? When you think fondly back on the good old days what do you think of? Why have I been so close to such tragedy and hate? What doesn't kill us, haunts us. Victor's family are hurting so bad I can't go there either.
I just wish they knew the intimate and loving side I knew of Victor. I wish they had seen the handwritten letters Victor left with me and the song we wrote together. They have never seen the photos I took of Victor when Victor was in the prime of his life when we first met, he was fit and trim and his eyes, clear and beautiful.
Something I will keep with me as long as I live. He just wanted to be loved. Some things are too painful to face.
I do love Miguel now, not a day goes by that I do not think of him. I will make some sense and purpose of this life if it is the last thing I do.