August 6, 2016.
MEMORIES AND A TRIBUTE TO ONE OF MY DEAREST FIENDS
First of all, I would like to thank Steve and Dave and David and Mary for looking after Don throughout his illness. I know that it was not an easy task.
I first met Don in 1969, when I was 19 years old and he was 30, at what he would refer to as: " our local watering hole". Don was dressed in a navy Lacoste shirt and blue jeans. It turned out to be one of his "uniforms"! He could see that I was frightened and immediately took me under his wing. He became my mentor and close confidant.
I would return to New York during many college weekends. I was, of course, still living with my family at 77Th and Park, and Don was living in the East 80's. One of his favorite pastimes was to sun himself on what he would laughingly refer to as: " Tar Beach", which meant the roof of his building. And in those days he also smoked a good deal, but eventually gave that up.
Don met my parents, which was a big deal in the 1970's.
He was never willing to talk about his family, and I always knew that he was emotionally constricted. It was not easy to know who the real Don was.
So I share with whoever reads this…..when he first moved to New York, he fell in love with a very nice man by the name of Don Waite. That lasted about two years. Don Waite found someone else, and quite frankly, our Don really never got over that. I remember telling Don that Don Waite had died of a heart attack at age 65 in Atlanta. He didn't say much. A few days later he called me back ( on my private line, which only my partner of 41 years, and Don had access to )and said: " that didn't really happen, did it" ? I simply replied: " yes, it did".
We shared so many moments together. Don spent many Thanksgivings with me and later with us, and many Christmases and New Year's Eves.
I met my partner on Thanksgiving Eve in 1975. Don was scheduled to come over for coffee on Thanksgiving morning. I remember telling him that I had met someone really special. He was so happy for me. That New Year's Eve, I had some friends over for a small party. My partner, Tom Clark, who is very tall, walked in late in his Navy dress whites…well you could hear a pin drop!
Don was in attendance at our first joint party ( a pajama party), when I served breakfast to about 50 people at 3am.
He was one of 12 very special friends who joined me at a restaurant on Green Street for my 30th birthday celebration. He was there for Tom's rather elegant surprise 35th birthday party, among over 100 friends by then. He flew in from San Francisco when we had a huge party at Christie's Auction House with about 600 guests from all over the world. It was billed as a 20th Anniversary party, but nobody knew that I was going to announce the founding of my own private AIDS foundation.
I have had 8 different careers so far ( by choice). Don supported me always and understood my reasons for having to accomplish goals of my own, rather than remain in my family"s Insurance business, where Don had his homeowners insurance.
Throughout his time at Cartier ( or as Don referred to it: Carters), he gave us many very special gifts and helped us to buy things that we could not have otherwise afforded.
During June of 1976 I travelled with Don to Europe. ( Believe me, I am not easy to travel with, although I have been traveling all of my life). Don was patient with all of my suitcases. We had such a great time. When we got home, I remember him saying to Tom : " From now on, he's all yours" ( travel wise). However, Don spent many weekends as a guest at our home in Northwest Connecticut.
"Indeed" was one of Don's favorite words…. so indeed he loved to travel. He loved great food, clothes, and many of the finer things in life. I remember him in his beautiful camel colored cashmere sport coat. He always looked dapper and always had a smile on his face, and a very quick wit, no matter what was going on around him.
When he got sick with his ulcer, and had major surgery at Lennox Hill Hospital, I asked him if he wanted visitors. His reply was: " absolutely not".
I knew, full well, that Don did not want me to see him during the past three years. While he was texting, we communicated a little, but I could tell that he was slipping away. All that he loved about life had been taken away from him. I knew that.
I still have the sweater that was meant for Don ( in his colors) for Christmas the year that he got sick. It's been hard for me ( and for Tom), to know that the prognosis for Don's future was always bleak.
Therefore, July 11 was a blessing, although I cried for days, and still do, I know that my dear friend is out of his pain and suffering.
Donald R. Holmgren was a very special human being. I am so lucky that he was such an important part of our lives.
You will always live on in my heart, dear friend.
John