I wonder do many people keep diaries nowadays? What with social media encouraging us to share our everyday lives online and the lack of penmanship, I suspect the numbers are few. I began a diary six weeks after my dad died and wrote in it for over 25 years. It was a place to vent … More Private. Keep Out.
I believe it’s Mother’s Day in the United States today, so I thought there’s the perfect excuse to mention yet again my mum. However, rather than a maudlin post, telling you all how much I miss her and leaving everyone depressed, I thought I’d share one I wrote for and about my mum a few … More Happy Mother’s Day American Mammies. (And to my own lovely Irish Mum too)
Grief… when a kind friend gives you a gift token to buy a plant or tree to celebrate my mum’s life and I pick up the phone to tell my mum about it. Grief… when you live a life based on this time last month or last year. Grief… when the pain of looking at … More The Price Of loving… Worth Every Tear.
Six weeks ago I left my life as I knew it. While the world continued to spin and lives were lived daily, my world stopped. Cocooned within the walls of our childhood home in Dublin, my family and I accompanied my Mum along her final path in life. No goodbye is easy, and a final … More Slowly emerging from the fog.
Here is my latest update on my Work In Progress which I’ve written as part of ‘The Inspiration Diaries.’ I will post the full diary post later, where you can read how my fellow Inspiration Diaries contributors, Casey King and Clare Daly, are getting on in their quest to be published, but if you so … More How’s my writing? February.
November 29th. A day without significance in my life for over four decades, until five years ago when it became the day when the force that was young Daniel left this life, hopefully for adventures somewhere new. Since then time has continued to tick by. My own children have grown up, some have finished school … More When all you can do, is just be there.
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.
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.