“Paul and I sat in lawn chairs in my yard, and usually we could cheer each other up by talking about Billy. It was September 1993, and he had been gone four months. We had started the thing you do, where you collect the stories you'll tell over and over again. You begin to polish the edges of a memory--something funny he said or a specific performance--until the edges are smoothed and the story is comforting.” LoveComfortMemoryMourning Book:All the Young Men: A Memoir of Love, AIDS, and Chosen Family in the American South Source: All the Young Men: A Memoir of Love, AIDS, and Chosen Family in the American South