My sister created a FB page called "Friends of James." It was intended as an outreach to people suffering from mental health or addiction issues, especially those who were afraid to reach out for help. You are all free to look it up.
I haven't have the emotional energy to spearhead anything from that but the page is still there and I am still ready 24/7 to take a call from anyone who is suffering and can identify as a "Friend of James."
James needed something more than I gave him. I guess Friends of James is my way of trying to make amends.
I got a call last week from someone who came across the memorial service "Friends of James" flyer. She's an old, dear friend with early stage Alzheimer's, and each conversation is enjoyed in the moment, because so much of memory is unreliable for her. But she is a friend of James.