That shooting was exactly fifty years ago. We'd been to Mass that night too. Friday night Mass in Tannaghmore Chapel was an institution, everyone (that could) attended. After Mass we went home to a dark house, the power being off again. Our parents left to call on family in Randalstown and were away when the news came. A shooting at the pub
I wouldn't have been the only person tonight who found themselves in the same church they'd prayed in fifty years ago. There would have been others who had knelt at those pews a few days later when they attended Shaun and Brendan's Funeral Mass. Yet there weren't that many of us tonight. It took the younger people, some of them Shaun's grandchildren, grandchildren he never got to meet, to make the crowd. Fifty years is a long time.
