I haven't known you for very long, maybe a month. And I ve only met you twice. The first time was at newsroom. I remember being really proud of you for the work you were doing as a freelance writer. I saw you as a peer I guess because of your age and your homelessness. I guess I was feeling admiration really for you coming up out of poverty or struggling to succeed. I saw you as making headway and that made me feel hopeful. The weird thing is that after I met you the second time over at the Coalition On Homelessness, you had just gotten the job at the Guardian. You laughed and said " yeah, I'm their man on the street.... Literally" we both laughed. I 've been thinking about you alot since them, and especially during this last week. That s the really bizarre thing,. I've been watching and waitng, expecting to run into you.. So I ve been doing double takes at guys fitting your description, my age, weather beaten, back pack. Now Tiny tells me your dead. Well that just pisses me off!
It doesn't make much sense though since I hardly knew you. But none the less there it is. I'm really mad that you're not going to be around anymore. Ive been looking forward to getting to know you. The only resolve I have is that maybe you can hear me and know I still wnat to know you. I hope you'll come by and visit us over at POOR from time to time - give us some inspiration. I know that you were respected for your wrtiting and I can surely use all the help I can get. Please consider this a full fledge invitation. I didn't get to know you while you were down here on the earth plane. I hope that your spirit will feel free to infuse my thoughts and writings now that your over on the other side.
As I am remembering you I am hopeing that your spirt is traveling safely, now and always
Love, Anna Morrow
Poor News Network