When Sean said there was a memorial web site. I made no comment. When it was fact I knew I would have to post a thought. I am not a wordsmith. Anna's comment on my few letters to her from Malta were that they were lousy and that was to praise them but Anna admit I was good at recording fact. Out of the thousands of thoughts emotions memories etc what do I pick. Which one is greater than the other. To every encounter there is a start and an end. Anna's and mine has not ended. Anna will always be with me. To Anna's pride looking the same and not ageing. The start began when I arrived in Northern Ireland in 1961 just after easter at the tender age of 27. At a dance in Derry during April I noticed another wallflower but made no advance. A Saturday or so later at the Arcadia ballroom Portush I noticed two girls. One was Anna the wallflower from the previous dance. We danced together and at the end I offerred Anna a lift home. Anna had her own car but we made a date for the next day. I was to take Mary home so she could show me where Anna lived. Next morning I showed up at 11am to be told by Anna's sister-in-law Eilis that Anna was having a sleepin as her parents were on holiday in the USA and to come back at 3pm. Promptly at the appointed time I picked Anna up. For Anna to show me parts of the Donegal interland. So off we went along the Letterkenny road and up to Rathmelton. I explored the coastline of Louch Swilly whilst Anna read a book? We then went to Milford to have high tea in a pub and I was introduce to soda bread. We may have had a drop of the black stuff or hot whisky but certainly galic coffee. It was dark when we arrived back in Derry. I remembered we parked on high ground in Waterside over looking the city. The lights of the curved waterfront were reflected in the ripples of the Foyle. We sat on the bench seat provided by Mr. Ford and took in the panoramic view. Would I have the temerity to put my arm around Anna's shoulder and give her a peck on the check. Would Anna respond affectionately to a tender kiss to her lips. Would I put my other arm around her and feel the warmth of her tender body. The foundation to our future together was laid that evening. I was not given my second set of marching orders. Anna accepted that I found it hard for me to show affection and emotion. Through our times of love and the occational hate I was her rock. Now memory of Anna is mine.