I’m in Dublin for a few days. Today, Mum and I went for a drive, traveling through Enniskerry and continuing on to the Sally Gap. Along the way we stopped to enjoy the magnificent views of Lough Tae, or the Guinness Lake as it is also known. As we continued our journey there were moments of … More Memory Lane.
Today is Father’s Day and I’m lucky to be sharing it with a wonderful dad. A man who brings home sweets on a Friday for his children, despite the fact the eldest is twenty six! A man who gets abuse if he forgets their ‘order’ from shopping. The one who gives lifts when I say, … More “Daddy watch me.”
Some of my earliest memories are of you, my first true love. The times we spent together when I was a child, you building something or other, me sanding blocks of wood for no purpose but to be with you. That time you rescued me from a race I wasn’t ready for. Waking up for … More A brief message to my first true love.
Tomorrow it will be close to three decades since my Dad’s final curtain call. I suspect he will be my first thought tomorrow morning and my last tomorrow night. Almost thirty years may seem a lifetime, but it is, at times, just the blink of an eye as the calendar of grief moves to a … More October 9th. Not just another day.
Today I stopped time, and paused it for a moment, as I watched my youngest child walk up the aisle, with the eldest of our clan. My Mum. It was her confirmation, and regardless of my beliefs, my daughters special day. As she neared the altar, my mum placed a hand on her right shoulder, … More One moment in time.
I have just returned from a road trip, a family road trip in which my younger brother, my mother and I traveled for what seemed like six weeks to Donegal, (it was in reality an eight and a half hour round trip, but you get my drift). We were traveling to a relatives funeral, someone … More Back to my roots.
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, in case you live in a bubble, is Fathers Day. In our house my children are handing over a present and card to their Dad. We will cook a nice dinner for him, leave him in peace to watch the big match, and generally spoil him, as we should. Over one hundred and eighty … More I miss him “My aul man”.