Over the last few months I’ve come to know some of the homeless people of Canada through they eyes and writing of Dennis Carduff. His chronicling of everyday life has allowed many of us an insight into life on the streets that we otherwise would likely never have experienced. We’ve come to feel for them, hope for them and care about their stories. The loss of Joy has touched people many walks of life, people she never even knew existed. It feels like we’ve lost a friend.

Dennis continues to tell their stories with dignity, caring and humanity. Joy, you will be missed, you have not gone unnoticed. Respectfully, thank you Joy, and thank you Dennis for helping me to see life through different eyes.

Peace.

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29 April 2015

Bearded Bruce was using the pay phone. I waited for him to finished. He said, “Hey boy, it’s good to see you. It’s been a couple of months now. It was a brutal winter.”

I said, “I’ve been looking for some of my friends. Markus, I talked with yesterday. I’ve met with Magdalene and Native Nance. I’ve seen Greg and Luther. Little Jake I’ve talked to on the bus.”

“You won’t see Jake for a while. Three days ago was check day.

“We’re still around. I pan on this corner then move on to the next block later on. I’m just waiting to hear about some work”

I asked, “What kind of work will you be doing?”

“Landscaping, the same as last year.”

I remembered that Weasel and Bruce shared that job last year. I didn’t want to mention that sad topic.

“Yeah, I’ll be…

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