http://www.thespec.com/news-story/2111178-who-killed-audrey-gleave-/
" Two people spoke at the service. One was Phil Kinsman. His voice broke as he spoke:
I know private is a word that has often been used to describe Audrey, but I'm amazed at how many people she affected in her life. I want to share one small story: I remember the first time Audrey ever hugged me. Understand, she's a private person, but even more so with physical affection.
I remember I was over at her house, we had spent the entire day planting flowers; she loved flowers. She shared with me all the research she had done.
At the end of day, we were both exhausted and a bit frustrated and she said to me point blank, Well, did you learn something today or not?' And I said of course I did. The way she left us is tragic, but in these situations of chaos, it's instinctive to ask why, to look for answers. I prefer to just be so thankful she left us with a lesson, that our time is so short. Every moment we can spend together in love, and cherish together, (it's) so important to do that.
Months later, Phil talked to a Hamilton Spectator writer about his relationship with Audrey. He told the story of her new mailbox. About a month before she died, vandals had busted up her old one, he said. She hated the guts of whoever did it. She bought a new mailbox, and when she discovered that a part was missing, she recruited Phil to drive with her to the hardware store.
Audrey found the spare part on a shelf and stuffed it inside her big parka. She had Phil run interference, make sure no one was watching, and they scurried out the door. All this, even though she could have simply asked for the part at the counter.
She was so excited, it was her big night, Phil said. It was awesome.
