I have four children, but as I look at photos one seems to be missing! There is the first, my eldest daughter. She is the one with a photo album for every month of her first year of life. There are photos of her moments after birth, going home, crying, smiling, getting a bath, sitting … More Have you photographs of your third child?
This is a very powerful letter from an incredible lady. It is a trigger post, so I would like to alert you to that before you read it. Initially this writer chose anonymity but she has since changed her mind. After you read it I am sure you will agree, this lady is extraordinary. She … More A series of Letters. Letter 3.
Christmas Eve is such a wonderful day when you have children. It is full of anticipation and excitement thinking of the special visitor who will be calling later. From early morning my youngest had acted like the town crier, “One more day”, was her mantra. All the presents were wrapped and under the tree. Much feeling … More A Christmas miracle or wonderful coincidence?
It is three days since my brother got married. Three days since, for the first time in a lifetime, my whole family gathered together. My mom, sisters and brothers, grandchildren and partners. A motley crew. Yet we all knew that it was not truly everyone who was present. A very significant person was missing on … More Gone but never forgotten.
Last June my eldest son, my second child, finished school. He is now at university, having got exactly the course he wanted. Lucky him. Except it wasn’t luck that got him there. He did of course work hard, and put in the time required to succeed, but it was the devotion, skill and work, of … More Two teachers I’ll never forget.
If my house were to catch fire, and I had but one thing I could rescue, aside of course from my children, and maybe my husband, I wonder what it would be? It makes me question value. What is more valuable to me, something tangible that costs a pretty penny, or memories, which are priceless? … More Which would you choose?
I am in my old home, the house in which I was reared. The place where I first knew love, and where I first hated with all my heart my brothers who drove me wild. And who I now love dearly. It is after midnight, and everyone is in bed. My own children tucked up, … More The tales a house could tell.
Most people would agree, that a smell drifting towards you, can transport you back to a moment, you didn’t even know you had forgotten. As you inhale, the years slip away, and with great clarity you have full 20/20 recall. I have always believed, that nothing in life brought back a memory, more clearly than … More Looking at old photographs is like stepping into a tardis
I hate Fathers Day. Every day for over twenty years, I have missed my dad. Once a year I am supposed to forget. Forget that he missed my wedding. Forget that he never saw my children, or held them in his arms. Forget that I never got to see, his face light up with pride, … More Fathers Day. A day to forget.
Last week something very unusual happened. I know for many of you, it would not even register in your day. For me however it was mind blowing. Every day for a whole week, the sun shone! Most days there was not even a cloud in the sky. I cannot remember the last time this happened. … More What happens when the sun shines in Ireland?
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