I came across an essay recently in the Irish Times by author Kerry Neville. The essay recalls her adventures with the Irish language and a chance encounter with an endearing gaeilgeoir by the name of Dónal. The one on one conversational lessons with 89 year old Dónal would be the envy of every hopeless gaeilgeoir out there, trying to get a grasp of their native language. The essay is charming and inspiring, so much so that I used the last words they spoke together as the focus of the print below. Tá tú go hiontach, a stór. You are wonderful, my love.