I have an urge to write about her at this time of year, always. She appears in our awareness, dreams, conversations, and hurts. It is twenty years, hard to get my head around that. Nevertheless, the family has kept going: A business, an apartment in France, major illnesses, graduation, marriage, grandchildren, COVID, becoming the old generation, and retirement. Still, there is the permanent aching loss. The state of the world sometimes puts it into context and then again not. It is unique to us and has put its stamp on us in a unique way. We mark her passing on 1st August, as always. Twenty years missing you, Aoife.
So, the usual plea: Read, pass it on, and send comments using the mail below.
A nurse listened as for the nth time
I recounted the events surrounding
your whirlwind departure
We shared lunch with a couple
who are in their second year swamped
in that black hole of absence
I mind the time you decided
in your infant child wisdom
how unfit we were as parents
With your younger sister you gathered
important items into bags – dolls and teddies
books pjs toothbrush - the both of you
arrived downstairs - faced us with
our deficiencies - laid out plans to leave
and set up home with Mamo and Papa
- then asked would we drive you there
Peter Clarke
July 2024
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