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West Hollywood Memorial Walk

A tribute to life and a promise to those lost to continue our commitment to improve the quality of life for people living with HIV/AIDS

A Tribute to Life

What started as the West Hollywood Palms has become the West Hollywood Memorial Walk, a tribute to life and a promise to those lost to continue our commitment to improve the quality of life for people living with HIV/AIDS.

Developed in cooperation with the City of West Hollywood, these memorial plaques line the sidewalks of Santa Monica Boulevard from Fairfax Avenue to Doheny Drive. Not only do these plaques remind our community every day of our need to assist and find compassion for those who suffer from HIV/AIDS, but they enable a valuable community asset to act on that generosity and compassion in a healing way.

Every West Hollywood Memorial Walk Plaque donation is used to provide funding for the pivotal services Alliance for Housing and Healing provides to people living with HIV/AIDS. As Los Angeles County’s oldest and largest provider of financial assistance to people living with HIV/AIDS, AHH helps thousands of clients each year pay for rent, utilities, food, and pharmaceutical needs when they are threatened by homelessness and the financial crises a health condition often causes.

Loved ones eligible for a bronze plaque on the West Hollywood Memorial Walk are those who have passed away and were HIV-positive. You can contact the AHH Development Department by emailing Brian Sharp: bsharp@alliancehh.org.

Sponsoring a Memorial Plaque

Please help to continue our assistance to help people living with HIV/AIDS, and at the same time, memorialize those you have loved.

Individual Bronze Plaque

  • One honoree listed, 1-3 lines of text $1,750
  • One honoree listed, 4 lines of text $1,875
  • One honoree listed, 5 lines of text $2,000

Group Bronze Plaque

  • Per name for a 3-name plaque $750
  • Per name for a 4-name plaque $600
  • Per name for a 5-name plaque $500

West Hollywood Memorial Walk Directory

Sean always strived to make a difference. He is sorely missed and lovingly remembered by his family & friends.

Henri Chahinian and Jack Johnston

Henri (left) and Jack met quite accidentally on Saturday, April 24, 1984, and knew immediately from this chance meeting that they were destined to be together. They were together from that day forward save for Jack’s extensive international travel. As a couple they were very much about family.

Henri departed this world in December 1990. Jack left us in November 2003.

As Jack read at Henri’s memorial, “Sometimes God plucks his flowers while they are still in bloom.”

The photo shows a family holiday outing to Las Vegas in late 1988.

You are still with us Tom, in our minds and in our hearts. Rest peacefully until we are together again.
Love,
Your friends and family

Gary David Gleason was born in a Boston suburb in 1954. The youngest of four boys, he was the favorite pal, target, companion and co-conspirator of his three older brothers, Rick, Bryan and Neal. His mother, Vickie, also adored Gary for his notably compassionate demeanor and his depth of character. Gary lost his natural father at age 2, but was close to his new father, “Hal” Hare, at age 4. Both vickie and Hal enjoyed a close relationship with Gary from his childhood all the way through until his untimely death at age 38.

Gary often recounted many fun stories about his parents, brothers and large family. By high school, Gary was extremely popular and was known for his ability to create a friendship with everyone, regardless of the “popularity.” Gary had the rare ability to touch all he met, and is warmly remembered by many for his humor, intelligence, compassion and level-headedness (also his striking good looks!).

Gary moved to Los Angeles in the late 70’s (during the disco era) and tried on various jobs until he settled into his career as a procurement manager in the aviation manufacturing industry. Again, Gary captured the hearts of all his co-workers.

In 1982 Gary met his life companion, Mark Goldberg. They shared an idyllic relationship filled with love, humor, travel adventures and wonderful friends. They became extremely close with each other’s families as well. Mark’s mother once asked Gary, “Why is it my gay son is the only one with a normal relationship?”

Gary had many interests and a true passion for life. He had an extremely close relationship with his supportive mother Vickie, his wonderful family and friends. Gary loved to travel, throw himself into home renovation projects, raise orchids and other plants, entertain, but most of all it seems Gary’s biggest passion was to touch the hearts of everyone around him with his warmth and humor.

You are missed so much.
XO – Pokie

“How does one become a butterfly?” he asked pensively. “You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar” she said. “You mean I have to die?” he asked. “Yes and No” she answered. “What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will live.”

Henri Chahinian and Jack Johnston

Henri (left) and Jack met quite accidentally on Saturday, April 24, 1984, and knew immediately from this chance meeting that they were destined to be together. They were together from that day forward save for Jack’s extensive international travel. As a couple they were very much about family.

Henri departed this world in December 1990. Jack left us in November 2003.

As Jack read at Henri’s memorial, “Sometimes God plucks his flowers while they are still in bloom.”

The photo shows a family holiday outing to Las Vegas in late 1988.

May 25, 1951 – August 7, 1991

John Paul Soulliere
July 12, 1955 – March 27, 1993

John, called “Paul” by his family (since his father’s name was John), “John” by those who first knew him upon his move to California, and later as “John Paul” (his first and middle name) by most who knew him.

John Paul was born in Columbus, Nebraska, and grew up in the small farming town of Platte Center. Although he never stated his true birth year, it is believed to be either 1954 or 55. He attended St. Joseph grade school in that town, and graduated from Lakeview High School. While at Lakeview, he was a member of the Madrigal Singers, school choir and drama clubs, speech and debate teams, and Quill & Scroll International. He was a Boys State delegate, editor of the “Viking Viewpoint” and class valedictorian. Upon graduation, he attended the University of Nebraska in Lincoln, where he studied dentistry for two years before moving to West Hollywood, California in 1979. Despite the move, John remained a die-hard “Huskers” fan.

John worked in the field of ticket sales and eventually became the Assistant Treasurer of the Ahmanson Theater in downtown Los Angeles where he worked with many people who became his closest friends, including Hugh and Jerry. John was a proud member of the International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employee-Treasurer and Ticket Sellers Local 857.

John’s passion included geography, drawing, cooking, collecting model replicas of classic cars and sending gifts back home to his mother, Alice. He was a member of the National Geographic Society, Horticultural Society and the Smithsonian Institute. ON weekends when he wasn’t at work, he could be found at the old La Brea Holiday Health Spa or the neighborhood bay “Rafters” with his close friend Paul, who also died from AIDS.

John grew up in the Catholic Church, and had served as an acolyte, lector and religious education aide at St. Joseph Church. He was always a believer, and remained friends with Father Don Storz in Nebraska, as well as being a member of St. Ambrose Catholic Church in West Hollywood.

John spent his last months at the Chris Brownlie Hospice by Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, and his sister Rita, her husband Dave and his mom visited him there to say goodbye while his health still allowed. Memorials were held at the hospice for John’s Los Angeles’ family and in Columbus and Platte Center for those in Nebraska. Following the publication of his obituary, his family was contacted by three other families in the Columbus area who were coping with their sons dying from AIDS.

In addition to the Aid For AIDS/West Hollywood plaque in front of the “Cultured Cow” frozen yogurt shop at 8725 Santa Monica Boulevard, John’s sister hand-stitched a panel for the AIDS Memorial Quilt, depicting John and his hobbies, which was dedicated in 2001.

John was also an avid poetry writer, and the tombstone above his grave in the Platte Center cemetery bares his own epitaph:

I have a message, please don’t laugh,
I wish to leave my epitaph.
If a body can be found,
Please lower slowly, to the ground.
Near to those, my kith and kin,
St. Patrick’s soil they’re rested in.
High above this flowered plain,
Serene b’low meadowlark’s refrain.
No sadness long can linger here.

The plaque for John was purchased and dedicated in 1994 by Sgt. Mitchell Grobeson, the first openly gay officer in the Los Angeles Police Department, who cared for John when he became ill. Sgt. Grobeson is particularly grateful to Michael Haibach, the former Vice President of Aid For AIDS and a friend of John Paul, for his assistance in the plaque dedication.

Born in Boley, Oklahoma, Orbert began studying piano at the age of 8. Classical music was Orbert’s passion and his dream manifested in 1998 when he performed “An Evening of Romantic Classics” to benefit his spiritual home, “Living in the Light Ministry”.

He touched many lives especially in the arenas of living with HIV and recovery from drug addiction and alcoholism. Orbert’s legacy of gentleness, sensitivity, and kindness leaves us hopeful and thankful for his soul, body and spirit.

During his final days, while flying back to Los Angeles, in the midst of dementia and confusion, Orbert made a profound statement to his sister:

“It’s all about love, it’s all about love, why are there so many rules?”

Capturing the essence of Orbert’s spiritual beliefs, those words are displayed on Orbert’s Memorial Plaque.

Thank you Orbert for touching our hearts and lives.

He was loved and admired by many for his loyalty and sense of duty. Sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous for twenty-one years.

Born – Indianapolis 1941
Dies – Los Angeles 2001
“Good Night, Sweet Prince…”

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