I was sitting in the lounge with my husband Dallas as there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see that it was one of our sons on the doorstep because he was in the Irish Civil War and we weren't expecting to see him for quite some time. He was in tears as he informed us that he had accidentally shot his brother and that he was dead.
I remember feeling as if someone was holding me underwater, I couldn't breathe and I fell to the ground in shock. It took a while to sink in but when it did it felt as if a switch had been switched off and all my emotions went away, all I could do was cry...my little boy is gone.
I feel like a puzzle that has lost a major piece and will never be whole again...I can’t believe that my own son had killed
I remember feeling as if someone was holding me underwater, I couldn't breathe and I fell to the ground in shock. It took a while to sink in but when it did it felt as if a switch had been switched off and all my emotions went away, all I could do was cry...my little boy is gone.
I feel like a puzzle that has lost a major piece and will never be whole again...I can’t believe that my own son had killed