We lost him due to dementia at 61 years young. He also caught covid while in the hospital for his conditions. He was suffering and now he isn’t.
Something I wrote:
A stranger, distressed, alone in the rainy night. Daunting to most, telling to you. You are the one who gave your hand and offered a dollar.
A dog, confused, neglected, in need of affection. You are the one who accepted her. Her best friend, you are forever together again.
A son, a daughter, naive and blossoming. You are the one who seemingly knew everything. Your wisdom is eternal and will continue to shape their way.
A woman, young and ambitious. A life ahead of her, a future family to raise. Devoted to provide for her, with your love, faithfulness, and strength, you are the one who changed her life.
James Winterfield
July 22, 1959 — December 6, 2020
Something I wrote:
A dog, confused, neglected, in need of affection. You are the one who accepted her. Her best friend, you are forever together again.
A son, a daughter, naive and blossoming. You are the one who seemingly knew everything. Your wisdom is eternal and will continue to shape their way.
A woman, young and ambitious. A life ahead of her, a future family to raise. Devoted to provide for her, with your love, faithfulness, and strength, you are the one who changed her life.
James Winterfield
July 22, 1959 — December 6, 2020