(((((Amy)))))

You know, I didn't hear anything from my ex for years and years after the divorce, and I figured it was one of those things where there would never be any real closure except what I was able to give it in my mind.

And then I got that phone call from him out of the blue. My mind still had a hard time grasping it was him even after he said his name. I think it had been around 8 years since I had last talked to him.

That's when he asked if I had ever been tested for HIV because he was in the clinical stages of AIDS. I told him that I had, several years prior when I was pregnant with my youngest daughter.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said he had an idea of when he had contracted AIDS, but wasn't sure until he had talked to me. It was when he was sharing needles with another woman while I was in rehab.

He said he felt he owed it to me to call me and find out if I had been tested.

At that time I didn't have a unpublished number and I had been in the same town where I went through rehab for 10 years, and clean/sober at the time.

It was relatively easy for him to find my number.

Tell me God doesn't work in mysterious ways.

I'm sure that was his ways of making amends to me. He didn't have to call or let me know he had AIDS. He never had to contact me again, but he did.

I got his obituary notice too late to attend his services, but I wouldn't have attended anyway. He did remarry, and I hadn't been a part of that family for over 20 years when he passed away.

I'm glad we could be here for you during this chapter of your life, Amy. (((((hugs)))))