Twenty years have now passed since my mother died, aged just 37. When the anniversaries of loved ones come, we can at least see those mists of grief gathering in the distance, albeit we don’t necessarily know how we will deal with them when they pass through us.
Tag: Mother
Always write the letter
At this time of year I find that I don’t want the days to brighten and I resent Helios in his chariot for greeting me earlier as he crosses the sky each passing day.Â
Paddy, mamaà and me
I was recently given a photograph. Of the three people in it, only I am still alive.
