Velarde-Munoz, Felix

Felix you were my first gay friend, to die of the plague. You are missed, after all these years.

I have not forgotten you Felix. You remain in my memory.

My best friend from high school. You introduced me to the Bay Area 50 years ago. I think of you every day. Death has not separated me from your love.

I always loved you and I often tell my daughter of what an amazing person you were. You served as my mentor in many ways and because of you, I proudly had a daughter when it wasn't acceptable as a Lesbian, single parent.

Dear Felix, As your youngest sister now age 59, I often think about where and what you would have become had you not left this world at such a young age. I think about your thoughts of becoming the President of the United States and the things you might have accomplished. You are missed each and every day and are in my thoughts always. I am going to be a Grandmother in July and they are blessing him with Felix as his middle name in your honor. Love You then, now and always!

So glad to know about you by name, my ancestor-in-the-movements. I am just now reading And the Band Played On after having seen the movie many times. Proud to know, specifically, of the good work of fellow Mexican-Americans in Gay Liberation. Respectfully, Victoria