1995
"Donal drove me mad the whole time," says Maeve, recalling her visit to San Francisco. "I spent nearly every night after we'd gone to bed calming him down."
"I knew he was a bit fazed by the scene, but I'd no idea he took it so bad."
"Dreadful. He was even afraid to drink out of cups that Richard or Gary had used."
I feel the skin on my face blaze up. I was right to never like him, I think.
"I know, I know," she says. "But you have to remember the times. Afterwards, people came to understand a lot more about AIDS, but then...Well, he was hardly the only one, was he?"
It is Richard's anniversary: six years ago today since he died. Six years. Where did they go? It's so hard not to think of them as wasted. All day, as I went about my business in Dublin, I've been dispirited, strugg
