Bevelyn Murray with her grandsons, Joshua
and William, Washington. D.C.
Grandmother's Love.
Bevelyn Murray wasn't depressed.
I met her in subsidized housing where she was living on a budget that made
me blush. She cared for her son; he died of AIDS in 1992. She had cared
for her daughter who was in prison when I visited. While waiting for her
daughter to return, she took over care for her grandson Joshua, who was
six and HIV-positive, and William, who was nine months and also HIV-positive.
When she picked up
William, she held him with pride. When she cuddled the little boy, she
closed her eyes, smiled and hummed. And when I was leaving, she came to
give me a hug I can still feel.
Grandmother Bevelyn
Murray was full of faith, hope, and charity. She did not have the self-pity,
anger, or doubt about God. She told me she recently began volunteering
as a caregiver for the AIDS ministry at her church "because God's given
me so much, I want to give something back."