Cotton died a year and a half ago. He lived alone in someone’s shed without water or electricity. Two of his friends found him sitting in a ditch and called an ambulance and they transported him to a hospital.
After two days they sent him to a nursing home and two days later he passed away, alone and unknown by most. A 64 year old man living day to day off food given to him on the street. We knew him well and loved him much.
As I drove down Bethlehem St today someone yelled at me. I turned the car around to go back and see who it was. One of my friends came and told me DC died the previous week and asked if I had heard. I had not.
I met DC years ago. A young man with a good trade and a heavy addiction. He tried so hard to battle his demons and at times it was too much for him. He came to see us off and on. We helped with food and gas. We listened to his stories and experienced the highs and the lows with him.
Neither Cotton or DC fight the lonely struggles anymore. Neither is hungry. Both have a place to rest. Anxiety and addiction are a thing in the past. The Love of God they hoped for is now a reality. I can see smiles on their faces and hear a sigh of relief from their lips. I can see them hugging each other as our Father says, “Welcome Home.”