Being an HIV activist is a labor of love. One of the things that I hear a lot from the older generation of HIV activists is that I will never know how it feels to go to funerals every week and they are right. I wasn’t there and it isn’t anyone’s fault; I wasn’t born until 1979, after all. But I’ve never forgotten that generation that endured the atrocities of HIV/AIDS in the 1980s and 1990s. Here are five ways that I pay homage to the people that HIV/AIDS directly affected.