A repost, shows AG was convinced to go to wedding.
http://www.thespec.com/news/local/article/594717--audrey-s-story-continues
Jon Wells
"The one who perhaps spent the most time with Audrey was Phil Kinsman.
Phil was polite and radiated an earnest, eager-to-please vibe. A practising Christian, he met his fiancée, Alex, a petite, attractive woman, at church. When they married in June 2010, he convinced Audrey to attend the wedding.
Phil had met Audrey four years earlier, in 2006, when he was 18 and in first year at McMaster.
He used to work at Windmill Power Equipment in Dundas. Audrey frequented the place and let it be known she needed someone to help her around her property. Phil gave it a shot. Back then, before he got married, he lived with his parents in Brantford, just a five-minute drive away from Audrey's.
At first, he found it tough dropping by because she talked — a lot. The smallest job would take him several hours because she wanted to chat, educate him on all manner of things including the intricacies of the invasive garlic mustard plant.
But “Aud” grew on him. He came to enjoy her quirks, looked forward to the routine of helping with a small job and chatting.
The two of them shared a passion for science, although they didn't talk a lot about it.
Phil entered graduate studies in electrical and biomedical engineering at McMaster, working toward his doctorate. He had received a scholarship and been named valedictorian of his engineering class.
He had two papers published: one was called “Dynamic binary translation to a reconfigurable target for on-the-fly acceleration,” which involved applications for diagnostic imaging in medicine. He gave a bound copy of the paper to Audrey as a gift. She was delighted with the gesture and invited him over to talk about his work.
He received regular emails from Audrey, often at odd hours, at least 2,000 over the course of a few years — Maxine comics, educational articles and videos, corny jokes.
She emailed Phil photos she had taken of him working in her yard, as well as cooking articles for him to pass along to Alex, who was a pastry chef at a French restaurant in Dundas.
If Phil was out for dinner at a fancy place, she encouraged him to take photos of his food and email her the pictures. She loved gourmet foods and “creative plating,” even though she didn't allow herself enough time to embrace the hobby.
Instead, her idea of a perfect meal at home was a chicken pot pie from Costco.
As close a friend as Phil was, of all the times he was in the house, she never served him coffee or watched TV with him. They would always chat on the same couch, just outside the kitchen. She would either shut Togi and Schatze in a large kennel crate she kept in the house, or urge them to be nice to Phil.
When he visited, Phil would push the number code on the keypad outside the automatic garage door, meet her in the garage, then chat either inside or out. That was the routine"
