Death is a monkey
Her husband died not too long ago. I met her recently and we chatted briefly. “How are things going?” I asked. “Some days good and some bad”, she replied. “Which…
grief
A long shadow
It’s a week now since we received the cross of ashes. Its shape most likely disappeared by bedtime and most certainly washed away in the cleansing waters of Thursday morning.…
From Reek to Creed
Reek Sunday, they call it – the last Sunday in July when tens of thousands of people climb Croagh Patrick. It’s a tradition deeply rooted in the Irish Soul but…
Can you write something on grief?
Sometime ago, I asked for suggestions around what might be helpful on this blog. The other day I got one such suggestion. It was short and to the point, asking…