26th April 2011
I love to walk along the well trodden paths that I have walked for most of my life...
I think of all the loved ones who have walked along this path with me through the years...
My brother Paul, died on Easter Monday afternoon in an accident on his farm in Brittany, he leaves behind his wife and two small daughters, his mum, his sisters and brother in laws... I am devastated. He was just too young at only 43 and so full of life, energy and plans... Paul lived his life as most of us only hope to do he was actually living out his hopes and dreams and not waiting for tomorrow... He believed that we could do anything if we put our minds to it... If something went wrong it was just a matter of redoing it until it came right... I didn't get to see him often as he was living in France and I am in Northern Ireland but I did see him for a day in March... I just wish it could have been for longer but I had to return for a hospital appointment and now there is no more time... I just always thought there would be more time and more opportunities but life can be so very short... I don't understand why this has happened... My mind struggles to accept he is gone... Sleep evades me...