Johnee was born June 6, 1969. He died January 9, 2019 in Volunteer Park. John hung out at Cal Anderson Park; there’s a bench with his name on it there (in marker). Johnee’s Leaf is at All Pilgrims Church. If you have photos or memories of Johnee, please post a comment.
Born October 25, 1985. Died February 2, 2019. From fiancee Natalie Spears: “He was a good father, friend, fiance and son. He loved to fix things. He is survived by his father Colin Manderson, his mother Cynthia Goodfield and his two sisters, Nicole Manderson and Alicia Molina.”
Birth February 6th, 1968. Death January 20th, 2015. John’s Leaf is at Seattle Justice Center. If you have photos or memories of John, please post a comment.
Birth February 24, 1962. Death January 2, 2018. Scott’s Leaf is at the Seattle Justice Center. If you have photos or memories of Scott, please post a comment.
Brandon is buried at Harpeth Hills Cemetery in Nashville TN. His Leaf is at Seattle Justice Center. If you have photos or memories of Brandon, please post a comment.
Noel Muroki Gaitho was born December 25, 1982, in Kenya. He died January 31, 2019 in Des Moines, near First Baptist Church. Noel’s Leaf is at the Seattle Justice Center. If you have photos or memories of Noel, please post a comment.
Matthew was born May 13, 1970. He died outside Dick’s Drive In on Broadway June 29, 2018.
Farhan’s Leaf is at the Recovery Cafe. If you have photos or memories of Farhan, please share them by posting a comment.
Sol’s Leaf is at the Recovery Cafe. If you have photos or memories of Sol, please share them by posting a comment.
Arnette Adams was a great soul, widely loved and deeply missed. She stood with Women in Black many times in our early days; here are her powerful words about it, from Desiree Hellegers’ remarkable oral history, No Room of Her Own: “When I came to [Mary’s Place} I had to get used to people leaving, cause a lot of people die, and I got used to that. It makes me feel proud standing for someone I knew, the ladies I saw pass away. I believe it will make them feel proud [that we] stand for them….Sometimes we pass out those flyers [that] will have [the deceased person’s] name on it, you…
Timothy Michael Larson, known as Cisco, was born 2/9/77. He was a street youth in Seattle for a long time, well known and loved. Cisco was a Broadway kid and hung out near the Jimi Hendrix sculpture.
From our friends at Seattle Mennonite Church: “We remember Sterling as the carver, woodworker, fisherman and father – who was part of Lake City for many years. He would tell story after story about the parts of Washington he had explored and rivers he had fished with family and friends. Those were treasured memories and spoke to the joy he had experienced, that energized him even as he grew older and health challenges slowed him down.” If you have memories of photos of Sterling to share, please post a comment.
From our friends at Seattle Mennonite Church: “We remember Rick for his hilarious sense of humor, motivation to find work, and have much sadness that he died trying to get to winter shelter this last Feb. Rick brought life to community, being a great story-teller and conversationalist. The time he was experiencing homelessness in Lake City was not going to be the end of his story, Rick had plans to move on – and though they were not realized – he left behind a community of friends who miss him dearly.” If you have memories or photos of Rick to share, please post a comment.
From our friends at Seattle Mennonite Church: “We remember Richard as a father and grandfather, husband to Joanie – caring deeply for the people around him. One word to describe Richard is dedicated, dedicated to his wife and being by her side in her frailty, dedicated to his family, dedicated to his friends and God. Every time we met on these streets or at church, it was ‘Good Morning, Pastor’ or ‘Hello, Pastor’ – a presence of warmth and steadfast love.” If you have memories or photos of Richard to share, please post a comment.
From our friends at Seattle Mennonite Church: “Richard was around when we first arrived a dozen years ago – he was working on the boats in Ballard – and would often come by completely covered in paint chips from grinding boats. With his twisted hands, with almost no movement – he could jam a grinder or drill into his grip and it would never let go. Hard worker. Even though those abilities shifted with failing health, he never lost his energy for friends and community. The few times he had housing didn’t stick, so we were grateful when he was able to move home to Florida and live with his…