I knew Daniels anniversary would be sad. I knew these weeks would be difficult. I have thought about it, and I was prepared. We would be there to support his family and to be of comfort. We would get through. That was before I called to my friends house and she put a white envelope … More More than a memory.
This week my kids are talking in excited tones about secret santa, Christmas present wish lists, and even Christmas dinner. No time to cry. There’s the morning rush for school, homework and housework to be done, and even a parent teacher meeting to attend. No time to cry. Meeting with friends, chatting with family, maybe … More No time.
It is nearly the dreaded week. The anniversary week. The week we try to ‘act’ normal. The week we smile, chat and live our busy lives, all the while distracted. For we who knew young Daniel, will spend most of this week living in the past. Thinking of this week last year, this day last … More This week, my friend, I wish ‘To Mother You’.
We all wear masks. We lie every day, even to our loved ones, and often they know we are lying. It is easier that way. Today I stood making dinner as the sun beamed in the window. I could see my husband outside working in the garden and my kids were around the house doing … More Feckin onions.
Have you a place you like to go where you find total peace? Maybe it is indoors within your own home, or a local spot you go to, to walk or to sit. A place that over the years has shared your tears and laughter? I remember when my father knew he was dying he … More Where do you go to find peace?
I am finding it impossible to write. My block is not because I’m too busy, nor because I have no ideas to put on paper. It is because my thoughts are elsewhere. This weekend last year Daniel came home for the fist time since leaving four months earlier for a bone marrow transplant . There … More Living in the past.
A year ago today a heartbroken mother and father kissed their small boy goodbye forever. He was six years old. A year ago today other mothers and fathers kissed their sick children goodbye. Hours later these children returned to their parents, having received young Bens organs. No longer sick. With the potential of a long … More Young Ben we salute you.
It is almost the exact hour, when twenty seven years ago time stopped for me. It was a Friday morning. I was working on the geriatric ward as a student nurse. I was tired and feeling low, as my Dad was very weak, with motor neurone disease. The ward sister came over and asked me … More Remembering that day.
Anniversaries. We all mark them. We say, ‘One week ago today’, or ‘This day last month’. Our birthdays, wedding anniversaries and memorable occasions. Today is October 7th. To some of you it is a Tuesday of little importance. To others it is an anniversary, a special day. Today October 7th is a significant anniversary in … More We have not forgotten.
Have you ever left your country of birth to begin a new life abroad? Was it a journey of choice, or one of necessity? Can you imagine what it would be like if you had to leave your homeland at eighty four years of age? As a young twenty two year old I left Ireland … More Ireland will miss you too.
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