"Hope anchors the soul"

I decided last night that I wouldn't go to the funeral today. Instead I thought about Andy as I rode through the countryside, about the nights we drank together, the football matches we played in and the conversations we shared. I found that a more enjoyable way to remember him than the Mass and the Crematorium. Call me shallow. I may even raise a pint in your memory as well matey.

"Life's roughest storms prove the strength of our anchors."