Dear Michael,

I’m sorry I was such a [n Icelandic] thorn in your side. You were only ever kind and supportive to me and my endeavors; it was wrong of me to bring the full force of my testing skills to bear, with such glee, on what was, at the time, a fragile new creation and is now your robust gift to the world. I hope you know I meant well.

I don’t think I ever told you explicitly how much your friendship meant to me. There were days in that crazy job when I didn’t think I could hang on for another hour, let alone another all-nighter. I was in over my head at first. You encouraged me, in your sardonic way, until I learned to swim. I miss you.

With love and gratitude, pw