I watched It’s a Sin last night, was hooked and ended up watching the whole thing. I came out in ‘78 so can completely identify with what they were going through as gay youths. I have been haunted by memories of lost friends since seeing this, one who lost his mind not unlike Collin, and particularly a friend I knew when I got sober who held on long enough so that his mom who had cancer would die first. He couldn’t even sit in a chair without a pillow since he had no body fat or muscle left. He died quietly with friends they day after his mom passed.
Peace to you Ron, me dear friend.