His name was Ben.

This day five years ago a small boy from our village was laid to rest having lost a short battle with unexpected illness. He’d been flown to England in the hope his life would be saved. Unfortunately it was not to be. Five years ago, on October 16th, his amazing mum and dad kissed him … More His name was Ben.

Remembering Elma.

Last Sunday I went to mass. Not because I’m a good Catholic, but to stand beside a family who are hurting. One year ago, Elma, a kind, gentle, lady of tremendous strength died suddenly.  She was a wife, a daughter and a wonderful mother. While a young mother’s loss is always enormous, this family were … More Remembering Elma.

Memory Lane.

I’m in Dublin for a few days. Today, Mum and I went for a drive, traveling through Enniskerry and continuing on to the Sally Gap. Along the way we stopped to enjoy the magnificent views of Lough Tae, or the Guinness Lake as it is also known. As we continued our journey there were moments of … More Memory Lane.

Remembering the only gift my dad ever gave my children.

Today, I remember my Dad. But then again I remember him every day. He was there for my wonderful childhood and stroppy, difficult teenage years, but gone before I got the chance to show him who I’d become. Dad was stolen from our lives by neurone disease over thirty years ago. Not only did my … More Remembering the only gift my dad ever gave my children.