Erlingur is a friend of the family, a friend of mine, we connect, we laugh, we cry, he quotes me poem’s and lines of plays, we eat cake, and drink coffee together. Sometimes when I come for a visit he feels good, content and happy but every once in a while he is sad and full of regret, regret for lost ones and lost chances to show the love he had for those lost ones. At times he feels the gods gave him everything but he feels he has fouled those gifts. He has regret in his heart and regret is a hard pill to swallow.