A story in everything
My aunt was washing the dishes and, I think, feared I might drop something so she left me the job of drying. Each cup and saucer, each spoon, fork or…
strength
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.…
Heartbreaking
Like all who have heard the story from Co. Cavan concerning the death of a family in tragic circumstances, I am deeply saddned. There is, at times like this, a…
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…