Sometimes the universe sends you a message. Today, as I was de-cluttering my flat and shredding miles of files, I came across the obituary for Edward Eisenberg, who died on August 31st, 1997, making today his 15th yahrtzeit.
I knew Eddie from Gay Youth, and from Gay Activist Alliance. And then I lost touch with him when I went to Japan. Though I saw him at a Gay Youth reunion at the LGBT Center in the mid 90s — somewhere there is a photo of me with him and Michael Knowles from that day.
Is this some odd psychic propinquity? Things like this don't feel like just chance to me. Meaning however, is more difficult.