On the way to work yesterday I came across something that caused my heart to sink...
Simon was a young homeless man that I used to interact with on a weekly basis. I used to buy him fresh sausage rolls and some sandwiches from the local bakery during my lunch breaks and we used to chat quite a lot. I'd often spend my entire break just talking to him about anything and everything. He was always in this little alcove hunched up in his sleeping bag in the morning and he was usually up and about by late morning. The time I spent with him was memorable and I'm glad I met him, he really did deserve better.
He died in hospital after falling ill, so I'm glad that he didn't pass away cold and lonely in the streets at least. It's a relief to know he was at least being looked after in his final moments.