Loitering one night recently I found out that one of the men i used to sit and have coffee with had died.
Today we held a memorial service for him, along with some of his mates I get hangout with from time to time.
This man died alone in a toilet cubicle, he carried all his possessions in a small backpack, which he carried every where. he was a person who said very little and who asked for nothing.
There was much about him we did not know, he had grandchildren, who he had never met, he had family who loved him. He, for what ever reason, lived a live which we may not understand
He was not popular,trendy,famous or well known, BUT he was loved and will be missed by us all, who knew him.