He was a man unmet to me, but not to you.I'd toyed with the idea of saving up, of crossing the ocean sometime later this year or early next year, of seeing that great grand Ireland and meeting the two of you for a cup of tea somewhere so that I could marvel at how far you'd come.

For we haven't talked much lately, what with you off emerald-isleing and me turning librarian…

…and his death beat me to this door.

Noah, I wish I had better words. For that matter, I wish I had any. I can't imagine having to orchestrate a move back Stateside under these circumstances.

My heart aches for you.

When you're ready, get in touch.