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’.
Sometimes there are just too many goodbyes in life. Today, as we do every Thursday, my friend and I went calling on our pal, an elderly gentleman in his 80s, who I have written about before here. We had, as we do every Thursday, a wonderful morning of chat, and stories, shared over a cup … More Thursdays, will never be the same again.
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.
If you had just four weeks left before you had to leave friends forever how would you chose to spend your time with them? For quite some time now a friend and I have been visiting an elderly gentleman once a week. We began it as part of a project with age action, which means … More What would you chose?
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.
Do your children do after school activities? Do you feel you are a taxi driver as you race to class and collections? Why do you bother? I am over twenty years parenting, and in that time my children have attended many after school activities. Ballet, art, music, football, camogie, swimming, gymnastics, Taekwan-Do, and Scouts to … More What is the real reason parents sign their children up for after school activities?
How addicted to your phone are you? How often do you check it? How much time do you spend on social media? Do you itch to upload photos to facebook, or to comment on what you see? Are you a lurker? It’s the weekend, and I am tired. Tired of talking, of writing, of interacting. … More Can I ‘lose’ my smartphone for the weekend?
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.
‘ Today I was driving home, with some shopping in the car, when without conscious thought I found myself driving in the opposite direction. The sun, which had been rare all morning, was shining, and the village looked at it’s best. I knew where I was going. I needed to call up to Daniel. … More When a heart grieves, time moves to a different beat.
Imagine being a child in today’s world, compared with the childhood you had. As a child I shared a bedroom with three others. We had one bathroom. My Mom made a lot of our clothes, and we owned school shoes, casual shoes, and runners. We had no playroom, and a limited stock of toys. For … More Why are you not happy?
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