David
I lived in the same apartment building as Gwen for several months, and I'd often see her outside on the porch. She would always brighten my day.
My name is David, but she usually called me Dennis. I didn't mind.
She suddenly disappeared for weeks, and when she came back, she told me she had been in a coma and asked if I would make her a CD of some of her favorite gospel music.
It took a while to track down some of the songs—she wanted very specific versions of them—but I was more than happy to do it, even though I might have had to illegally download some of the music.
As a thank you, she invited me over one evening and cooked dinner. I think we had spaghetti.
I hope she's resting peacefully now.
