Erkiengill, Engill Mirkur, Lánið mér þitt ljó

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
-Tom Stoppard.

Matthew J. Fenech, I love you more than words could ever say and I miss you so unbearably much. Rest in peace my love, the sunshine to my every day.

Kristie, I wish there were enough words to thank you for being such a good friend to me over the past few months. You've always been there to support me, no matter what, and I hope you know that I'm here for you too. Your strength is inspirational. I love you xxx.