He had a great smile.
Behind the marks of homeless, and layers of protection, lived a gentle giant.
I only knew him as a man who warmly greeted me each morning; I returned the favor by trying to keep him safe.
Others, who knew him longer, remember an intelligent man who knew how to work on cars. They say he could lift an engine by his own strength.
We called him Big John. While he may have received that name solely from his size, it fit in many ways.
Last night, Big John fell asleep in an abandoned car and didn’t wake up. My heart breaks for the sadness he experienced in his life and death. My mornings will be empty without his presence. I guess it is up to us to fill the absence of his joy with the presence of our own.