Iain and Emily

Growing up, Ivaan was like an uncle to me. It was with great excitement that we would go and visit Eya and Ivaan. Their house was always so cool, because there were so many toys lying around just begging to be played with, whether it be a camera,  cap pistol or "lawyer" opener. And jewellery! Little hills of rings, brooches and bracelets could always be found, often buried like treasure amongst spent moulds, each bauble a true testament to the man’s artistic genius. He never seemed to mind us kids rooting around in his stuff. He would just laugh, eyes twinkling like the rings scattered across the floor.

Emily and I were truly speechless when he offered to make our wedding rings, now almost seven years ago. We will cherish the promise of the glinting bands of gold we hold about our fingers as we will Ivaan’s memory: eternally. - Iain

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