“He and I spent a lot of time together serving, and eventually we fell in love. We were married on Main Street in September of 2013, six years after we met. After the wedding, he moved into my apartment near Court Square, so we were both still downtown. Danny was the most wonderful husband. He took care of everything, treated me like a queen, and was so considerate and kind. He was a great cook too, and in the mornings while he made breakfast, he always wanted me to sing I Simply Live for You, a song about loving God. Every Saturday, he brought me breakfast in bed, my Bible, notebook, and pen: everything I needed to spend time with the Lord. He loved that I valued that.
“Danny passed away a few months ago, just a few days before our first anniversary. That morning before I left for work, he said (as he had so many times before): ‘I can’t help the way you make me feel.’ I had never asked him what he meant by that, but I did that day, and he said, ‘You make me feel like I’m somebody.’ I said, ‘Danny, you are somebody! Don’t you get it?’ We read the Bible that morning like we did every morning, and he asked me, as always, to sing I Simply Live for You. He cried a little then and said, ‘I can’t wait to get to heaven. It will be so glorious’ and I said, ‘Yes, it will, but I don’t want you to go right now.’ Then I left for work. When I got home later that day, I called out as usual, ‘Danny, I’m home”, but there was no answer. That scared me. I looked, and he was sitting on the couch where he always sat, but he was gone. He had just laid his head down and died. I was like a crazy person, shaking him and screaming. The ambulance came, but there was nothing they could do. I’m still waiting on the autopsy results, but I think it must have been a heart attack.
“When the homeless people in the park heard what had happened, they were so upset, crying and saying, ‘He took care of us.’ That next Sunday, even though I almost couldn’t do it, I went to the park, and so many of those homeless guys who had always walked away when we talked about God were there and ready to listen to the message. Their hearts here open in a way they never had been before.
“There will never be anyone else like Danny. I still go to Court Square on Sunday afternoons to help the homeless, and I am always hearing stories about him. People will come up to me and say, ‘Let me tell you what he did for me.’ Danny’s life was truly a story of God’s grace.”