Today, October 9th, is my father’s 35th anniversary. I could tell you what a lovely dad he was, but it is better to, ‘Show, don’t tell.’ So, here he is. Let me set the scene. 1980’s Dublin. I was a rather boyish, seven- or eight-year-old girl, the fourth in a family of five. My cousin, … More Gone but never forgotten.
Today, I remembered Mum, as it was this day last year she left us. I remembered the week before, as she readied us for her leaving and I remembered the previous two years and the toll they took on her. Then, as I thought of her I remembered her fighting spirit. Her never giving up. … More Today we remembered
Today is October 9th. An ordinary day in most people’s calendar, but in my life, and that of my families, it marks the day, thirty two years ago, when Dad slipped away, after battling Motor Neurone Disease. In the intervening years this day has always been one of sadness, full of what might have been. … More Somehow, Somewhere, Some way…
There are days after you lose someone which are hard. You wake up, and before ever getting out of bed you know, for no particular reason, it’s going to be one of those lonely days. And then there are special days like yesterday, July 23rd, Mum and Dad’s wedding anniversary. On that day sixty four … More True love never ends.
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.
This night twenty six years ago I was a young girl, more than a little nervous of walking down the aisle in less than twenty four hours. I dreaded the fuss and the attention. I worried I’d cry for my Dad and I hoped the day would go okay. The one thing I didn’t do … More Twenty six years later.
‘Do you mind her writing about you like that in her blog?” my friend asked my husband over Christmas. We were all gathered in a friends house and I had just discovered that a number of those present, regularly read my blog, or at least had access to it. ‘Yerrah” said my husband, (don’t even … More This one is for you.
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’.
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.