I hadn’t been to the “tent city” near Bankhead Hwy for a few months.
Sometimes the places we share food change. Personally, I hadn’t gone downtown nearly as much in the last few months as I used to. And then, recently, we just hadn’t gone to that spot.
The spot is very secluded, so, if we take new people, or children, we might consider not going there. You know, break people in easy… . protect the children… safety… . etc.
But, last week, we went by there. As we arrived, we carried our tub of brown-bag-lunches and some drinks up into the woods. I noticed that James’ area was considerably less-cluttered, and wondered… . . . ..
Then, a new house-less friend, Walter, came up, and I asked about James.. .. . . . and he told me the sad truth “James died a couple weeks ago.”
I was sickened. And saddened.
I really liked James. Wil and I had many cheerful times with him.
He was always so kind. And he pushed a cart around, collecting things. And he took care of some cats. And he always was cheerful. And he would give us an encouraging word for God’s Word. And he’d give others a lunch. He. Was. Awesome!
What a guy. Love you, James. I’ll miss you.
Erik