I’ll never forget her dreamy, generous, loving blue eyes. After we got together as students over 50 years ago, we tacitly agreed that if we couldn’t have each other, we would still settle for the next best thing. We made no empty promises. It turned out that we would be there for each other, through thick and thin, as witness and confidante, through all of our marker events in life. We celebrated each other’s happiness as well as comforting each other in times of tragedy and loss. With Anne, I felt a sense of belonging, always welcome, something both Gareth and John extended in turn, and not just to me, but also to the women and close friends who accompanied me. We routinely shared gales of laughter over the breakfast and dinner table. It was all so positive, so life-enhancing. That Anne was artistically creative, adventurous and passionate was evident in her cooking, travel, photography but she was never ego-centric. Her humility was touching, natural, real. I can’t help but think of Anne, on rising in the morning and lying down at night, seeing her superb composition of Sheelagh and me as lovers together (that sits on my bedroom dresser and was shot on her bed in Murray Street). And, I think, what a blessing she was to us all. What a loss she must be to her equally, but differently, wonderful John; and the rest of her family and her friends. Thanks Anne, it was a blast while it lasted! In loving memory Stephen