Perry Thornley, a long-time Burlington community member, died on January 8th, 2026. He was found nearly frozen to death in Battery Park, lying in the snow after trying to stay warm for one more night, and died hours later. Perry was a tough, kind-hearted, street smart person. To local reporters, he was a headline: “Burlington homeless man found in city park died of hypothermia”. To those who considered him street family, he was a mischievous, funny, treasure of a guy. To those who knew him as someone they recognized on a corner, he was a familiar face who would chat with anyone. To those who saw him at his worst, he was someone they wished would go away. In other words, he was a human being with all the depth and messiness that includes. He was a human being who didn’t have the option of being at his worst in a home with privacy and support. He had to live his life outside for all to see. He lived 61 full years in a world that didn’t know what to do with him.
Perry lived with both deep pain and trauma, and with psychiatric disabilities that he often self-medicated with alcohol. His brain would show him things that the rest of us couldn’t see, and when coupled with his deep faith in God, he often felt he received divine connections the rest of us never understood. Living in a world that was just slightly different than the one that most of the people around him saw led to a lot of difficult days. He had received no-trespass orders from most of the buildings and organizations where services for unhoused neighbors are provided, leaving him with very few options. When Perry died there were open beds at a shelter just down the street, but after previous experiences there, he believed he wasn’t welcome and had received a no-trespass order at their former location. Each winter, when the temperature started to plunge enough to kill someone from exposure but not cold enough to trigger emergency winter shelter options, Perry did what many others have done before: he would cause just enough trouble to get put in jail where he could stay warm. Just a few weeks before he died he had been released from Corrections into the cold with nothing but DOC-issued scrubs on. When Perry died, having been discharged from prison, not welcome at the hospital or shelters, and alone on a frigid January night, that spot in Battery park where he could sit with his tiny nip bottle of whiskey and take comfort in his view of the church was his best option.
Perry mattered. His life was meaningful. He was loved and is deeply missed and the world is worse off from losing him. May he rest in warmth and abundance now. May we all do better for the other Perrys in our communities. May we all come together and decide that a patchwork of underfunded services that leave someone to freeze to death in a public park cannot be the way we take care of each other.
Perry’s obituary: https://www.sevendaysvt.com/life-lines/obituaries/obituary-perry-edward-thornley-jr-1964-2026/












