Once or twice a week a couple of friends and I go for a walk. It is quite a long trek of about 8km, off the beaten track. This walk has become a huge part of our friendship. Prior to December 2012 we walked this walk with no real cares. We chatted about family, relationships, … More Walking through grief.
Last night you were celebrated in the local GAA club. You would have really enjoyed it. €6000 was donated in your name to the Cork Leukemia Association. That makes over €25,000 raised in your name so far. All your football team were there. All except one. Those boys are growing up before our eyes, even … More Celebrating your memory.
Grief is a strange emotion. For a time it is all consuming. Eating into my every moment. And then it begins to recede. Burrowing deep inside me, taking up residence next to my heart. It becomes a lurker, on occasions out of nowhere it rises to the surface. At other times Grief hits me with a … More Four minus one.
I saw this picture first on Aoibheanns Pink Tie facebook page . A fabulous charity helping families of children with cancer. I originally saw it a few weeks ago, but the question it asks has stayed with me. Who would I like to sit with? Would I chose a famous figure from the past? Someone … More If you could, who would you choose to spend five minutes with?
I have been severely under the weather with flu, manflu, swine flu, or God knows what, since last Friday. I’m sure I’ll survive, but my creative side is definitely not functioning. So instead, for anyone who wishes, I will repost an old post which made me laugh when I first wrote it. I hope you … More We all feel grief differently.
Last Tuesday, I felt a real drive to go and see Dan. To stand with him and to remember. I put a single rose in my car, thinking to myself how ridiculous I was. A rose is definitely not a gift I would ever have brought him, nor would it have been appreciated in any … More I brought you a rose. How you would have hated that.
Yesterday it was my birthday. From start to finish it was a lovely day. Being St Patricks Day there was an air of celebration and holiday around which I like to pretend was because it was my birthday. My youngest is still at the age where she is excited by birthdays. She loves to give … More A very special birthday gift.
“Oh my God, he’s gone! He died. He actually died!” These are the thoughts that arrest me, out of the blue regularly. I might be driving, or out buying groceries, perhaps out having fun with friends, or teaching at the pool, when without any warning I remember. Dan died. When this moment hits it quite … More Gone.
When our young friend Dan died in November it sent a seismic shock through our village. It was the second death of a child within three weeks. Understandably it affected many, with hundreds coming to see him off. I have met some mothers who told me that as they passed the church that day, knowing … More The ripple effect.
The weather and time have changed and as if overnight we now live in a beautiful country of sunshine and long evenings. As I step outside the air even seems to smell of Spring and the promise of Summer. Could it be that we could possibly have another Summer of good weather? Two in a … More The first Summer without you.