From the moment our mother died, my brother Paddy lived his short life in an endless vortex of uncertainty and upheaval, yet he continuously issued declarations of resilience and optimism, right up to the week of his death. These are my reflections on what would have been his 30th birthday.
Tag: Suicide
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.
