Please Lord and Lady...

....no more. I beg you, no more for a while.



Fare thee well, Sigvald Haukkson, my Brother. You were taken from us far, far too soon.



We never got to get together again and roam Pennsic, you were stuck in California too much. I'm glad you were there to welcome Misha when he moved from North Carolina. I'm glad you stayed in touch over the phone and via email. I wish your hugs could have reached through the ether. Arni hugged me for you.

Damn it. A heart-infection? It's staggering to realise that such things still happen. You were talking and laughing just a couple of days ago, sitting at home with your lady and making plans for the summer...

Mom, Dad, really - I don't think we can take any more. Please.