My father has been gone a month today and I can't tell if it seems a long or short time. Sometimes I want things to speed up and at others to slow down. I feel that my relationship to time has fundamentally altered and it is not now what it was even two months ago.

^{Ron Knowles, Journalist, Unionist & Editor (1939-2008)}

My flatmate Marie died only a week before my father and it was whilst I was with him in Australia that I received the awful news. At only nineteen years old this was a devastating waste of a beautiful life which was only then beginning to blossom. Consoling her parents when they came to visit afterwards was extremely hard. What can you possibly say? There are no words.

^{Marie Vesco, activist, student & cyclist. (1988-2008)}