If someone told me that the person I was meeting for the first time that day will be dead in a year and 2 months time, I would have found it hard to believe. I'm finding it hard to believe now in fact. . . We were still in good old Scotland, in James Blyth. It was a day during summer after finals and I was making my way down to the ground floor. Midway down the stairs I heard someone buzzing to be let in the building. I peeked below over the window, and there you were with your other sister. That was the first time I met you. . . Still it tugs my heart when I found out that 1 year and 2 months later, you're gone. You were only 22. . . May the Lord have mercy, and soothe the hearts of the Robert's family.