We loved you, Kevin. You were always sweet, polite and grateful when I offered you food and socks. You asked me once for colored pencils, but I didn’t have any on me. The next time I saw you, weeks later, I had forgotten about it. I wish I would’ve given you those pencils.
I’m starting a collection of used colored pencils and small sketchbooks in memory of Kevin. I would love to collect pencils that you no longer need that hold your creative energy. I’ll put them with a small sketchbook and give them out to people who are surviving on the streets and need an outlet for their creativity.