We reached out today in memory. To a year ago. To the start of 198. On Nassau Street, where old ghosts meet. You and I, we reached out. With the help of a friend I worked through those memories of gratitude and hope from the beginning of 198. I will never forget. I met a special man once, he was troubled but I saw the light in him, even if it was faded and faltering. I saw the light in him. Sometimes you meet people and see light in them. There are a number of people in Limerick who have light in them and some show by example what redemption looks like as well.
So it hit 30 degrees this weekend. And in Limerick I joined the team on a very special project on Saturday. A special human being was in hospital and they hadn't been able to look after their house, so we went in and deep cleaned it. The weather was roasting and we worked hard, we sweated and we ached. We did this because we could and we wanted to. It was a fantastic day and very hard work, and of course great company, I am happy to say that I know people who are the salt of the earth. And now that special precious human being can come back to a clean and tidy house and wonder where we put everything, where everything is!
Sadly, nearby, another special precious person, a man in his 70s, was violently murdered, and that cast a pall over our beloved Limerick on a weekend buzzing with events and sunshine. The person who caused the death has been charged, but it won't bring back a special Limerick character who has passed away, leaving his poor doggie pining for him. RIP and my deepest sympathies to the family and friends.
When we finished the volunteer shift, I had a wash and changed, got some food, and watched the Pride Parade pass by as I waited for church. Pride looked a little diminished, perhaps because of the football final and other events. Then I caught up quickly with a friend or two before I went home for a shower and change before I went out on another errand. I could have had another busy sociable day today but I allowed myself to rest, well, physically anyway, I was doing trauma work for a large part of the day. Let yourself rest, especially if you are prone to overdoing things due to trauma. Rest. Look after yourself.
We lost the football! Very sad. I love the sports, and I'm rooting for Cork next weekend for the only time in my life, because they're playing Tipperary. Ha. However, the lost football led to a lovely warm conversation with someone, which strayed almost inevitably to County Clare. You know how it is with me and County Clare, if I can, I will.
Live, love, every minute. Life force, power, pure joy.
A.
A poem, if you have time. Not one of mine, but it reminds me a little of my late father, especially the last verse.
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.
He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.
I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.
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