This story is dedicated to a few people that has been a huge inspiration in my life in some form of another:
My wonderful fiance Corné who always remembers that I hate red roses and therefore always brings me black ones.
To Catharina, for being a loyal friend, and being willing to give me critique rather than praise.
And Patrick, who has been a wonderful friend. Can you believe it has been more than a year?
To everyone reading this and who has stayed with Elijah, Blake, Sam, and Lucy.
Lastly, to Betsie. May angels lead you in.
I love you all, and always remember; even in silence there is much that I am saying.