Somehow, right now, these memories sting more.
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Lost Lives, pp 1522-1523, entries 1130, 1131 and 1132
Sean went to Micky Mallon's funeral, so did my father and sister. Sean is reputed to have said afterwards that it was 'a big funeral' and hoped he'd not be at as big a one again. Micky's father ran a country pub, as did Sean. His own funeral, a few days later was a big one too when he was laid to rest with his younger brother, Brendan.
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There are three thousand, six hundred and ninety-seven entries in my copy of Lost Lives and that wasn't the end.
For all of the people who died during the conflict, there must be tens of thousands of people left grieving. May those days never return.
2 comments:
Tried to comment on recent posts but couldn't for some reason. Yes I agree re the pain being sharper somehow - maybe it is having the head space to let it in.
It's the politics too. We had got used to a kind of peace. Current events, the attack on the GFA, the intransigence of hard-line unionists, Brexit... it is worrying. Yet, maybe, the dark before the dawn.
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