My Dad was in his early fifties when he died of Motor Neurone Disease. Gone before his time.
As a nurse I regularly saw those who had to prepare to leave family and friends too soon.
Some were lucky enough to get the chance to plan, and say goodbye, but others left suddenly, gone in a moment,
leaving a stunned family behind.
A family who had always thought, that something like that only happened to others.
In recent years I have known friends, who have lost parents and partners,
and last year two mothers who lost children.
Two beautiful boys, one aged six, the other thirteen, gone before their time.
Recently one of these families traveled to Dublin.
It was a special day, but also a very difficult one.
They were returning to the Ronald McDonald house, which had been their parents home for over five months,
while young Daniel, was fighting leukemia, with everything he had.
Sadly this time they were returning for the first time, without Daniel.
For your Resilience, Courage, and Character.
It is an inspiration to us all.
From the Family and Friends of Daniel Crowley.
Each time I look at the picture of that plaque, my heart goes cold as I remember,
it really happened. Dan did not make it.
The other day I was visiting an elderly gentleman, a tremendous character.
He is in good health at eighty seven years of age, but as he walked me out, with the aid of a stick,
he said to me, “Growing old is terrible”.
I looked at him and said, “I know it is, but not getting the chance to is even worse”.
Tonight as I write, I miss young Dan, and especially mourn all he might have been.
I miss his smile, his laugh and hearing what mischief he got up to this week.
I am sad to think a plaque, and a trophy are now bearing his name,
and that he never got the chance to grow old and have a future.
However the one thing Daniel did very well was live every day to the max.
He taught us all that lesson, and despite his loss, and the sadness many feel,
we will, I have no doubt, live a better life because of him.
So when I wake on a Summers morning and hear the rain,
or look at my house and lament that it is like a tip,
when I feel dissatisfied, and fed up,
or listen to friends moan and whinge about very little,
I give myself a shake, look around at my children, husband, and home,
and say to myself, “open your eyes and really see all that you have, you are one lucky lady!”
Tonight I will share a little toast, wherever you are,
“To Daniel. To life”.
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