It’s been just over a week since my father passed away. I am so tired in the evenings. I need to get a bunch of vitamin supplements. I’m back in the city, thinking about all the work I need to get back to and it’s not making me very happy. I nearly had a panic attack in Tesco yesterday, the people were getting on my nerves and I was not operating on all cylinders.
My father was deeply loved by all the people in both Castleisland and Castlegregory – so many people came to give their respects that we were overwhelmed.
It rained as we lay his body in the family tomb. You may think this is some hoity-toity thing, but in that tomb are my great-grandfather, grandfather, grandmother, grand-uncle Dick, who was the doctor that delivered my father and my own father. There is an immense amount of family history there in one place.
Sorry, can’t really continue with this.
If it wasn't for carbon-14, I wouldn't date at all