The Word On The Street Isn't Always Right.

     Recently I had heard from a few different folks that a dear brother of mine had passed. In the homeless world many that you meet along the way often go 'missing', this can happen for a number of reasons and  some  are good and some are bad. Since many are in a transient state, constantly moving from place to place to seek shelter there can be all kinds of stories, and sometimes the process is rooting through all of the tales to figure out what may have happened even though you may never know the true end. When someone dies in the community there is often no print or fanfare. If you are one of the lucky ones you get a single sheet of white paper with your intake photo, birthdate, deathdate and that's about it. If you're lucky. Otherwise, not much is heard or said. Today I had the fortune of being wrong. I had heard from multiple sources that my dear friend Hippie had passed, I heard it from a few different sources, slight differences to each story, but with the same conclusion. Hippie was dead. Which really confused Hippie when he walked into the drop in shelter this morning. I had mourned my dear friend, thinking of the many days we had discussed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and now, I get to see him again, and share more moments of everything from laughter to pain. I can't explain my joy. So, with that, The Word On The Street Ain't Always Right. Time to track Hippie down and give him a big hug. I love each and every one of you and God does too. LLLAKYFOTPA XD