Back in the 90’s. HIV was very prominent in the gay community. My best friend tested positive for HIV after he and I went together to get tested. 
His Mom had died a few years before, and his dad hated the fact that he was gay. When he told him he was HIV positive his dad called him a “dumbass that should have been aborted”. 
He and I were always there for each other. So it just made sense that I was there all the way to the end. I took him to late night ER visits. Doctor visits. AIDS support groups. Some of the funniest shit happened at the end. He was diagnosed with AIDS related dementia.  That being said, he called me at 1 am and said he couldn’t breath. I go get him and take him to the ER. I sit with him awhile and he tells me to go smoke that it might be awhile before I can have a smoke. He was very “together” that night. I look back at him as I leave the room he blows me a kiss and says “I’m gonna be your shoulder angel,  and I’m gonna keep all the bad stuff away, you just wait and see! If I was a straight man you would never have to worry you beautiful woman!” I said “you are a weirdo, but I love you!”  As I walked back in towards his room I see nurses flying in with a crash cart. He didn’t want me to see him go. I was a basket case for months.