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.
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.
Twenty six years ago this year. my Dad died. The hole he left in our family has never been filled in. The link in the chain never repaired. I miss him every day. Scarily my husband at 50 is the age my dad was, when we were told he had motor neuron disease. At the … More My Dad Is Gone, But I Hear Him Still!