My neighbor friend died today, not entirely unexpectedly, yet far more quickly than anticipated. Her name is Patricia Williams, but I always knew her as Dawn. She rented one of the small apartments out back of my place, and lived alone. I'd see her when she was out having a smoke or waiting for East Bay Paratransit to take her to a doctor's appointment. Or else I would see her with her friend Matthew, doing things together, going out for walks. She struck up friendships with my cats, chatting with them through the windows while I was at work, and had two of her own. Her son and I shared the same birthday, and this year she was thoughtful enough to give me a card. She was not my closest friend, but she was someone I felt very fondly towards, and always look forward to seeing and chatting. Because I knew she didn't have a large group of friends, I made a point of being helpful and offering whatever assistance I could provide. I was more than happy to do what I could to make sure someone else didn't feel so alone. I just hope she knows that she will be remembered and that people cared about her and appreciated her when she was here. Farewell.