Everyday it’s in our news here in Ireland, what will happen if there is no deal on Brexit? Could we end up with a hard border between Northern Ireland and the rest of the country? Who cares? I don’t pretend to be up to date on the politics of it all but the word border … More The trouble with Brexit.
This day thirty one years ago the clock stopped at 9am and for a while so too did my world and that of my family, as the thief that was Motor Neurone Disease, robbed me of my dad. He slipped away with no fuss, no drama, exactly as he’d lived, his soulmate by his side. … More When time stood still.
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.
With the Pope’s visit all over the news this week, there has been a lot of air time given to those who have survived clerical abuse in Ireland. The many women who were in Magdalene laundries, the children who were illegally adopted, those who were beaten and mistreated within schools and institutions and those who … More Words without actions are no use to anyone.
Today I wanted to post a very special post to my mum and dad. Yesterday was their anniversary. Sixty three years ago they made their vows, promising to love and cherish each other. As they danced that evening as husband and wife, their chosen song was ‘I’m walking behind you,’ by Eddie Fisher. Sadly for … More I know he is walking behind.
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.
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.
Does it get any easier? I thought as the years would pass I’d get used to the changes that parenting brings. It would appear that I was wrong. It’s that time of year when one of my clann decides to flap their wings and move away for the Summer. Tonight as I type I hear … More Parenting… it’s a tough gig.
How long do we grieve? Is there a time before we are ‘over it,’ or a length of time which is appropriate to show your grief? It’s easy to say, ‘of course not,’ but the reality is most people can only support or understand grief for a short time. Today is graduation day for Daniel’s … More Another milestone.
Last Friday I was invited to a special lunch with a group of close friends. I always look forward to this occasion as it’s a fun afternoon of wonderful food and plenty of wine. Put in the mix the chat and company of good friends and what’s not to enjoy? However, this was no ordinary … More We thank you, Anam Cara.