..... in the hospital around that time. It seemed to be hidden, no-one was speaking about it. We noticed because we spent so much time at the hospital. Our suspicions were confirmed when the night porter fell sobbing into my Daughters arms. He had returned from the morgue for the fourth time that night. His shift had just started.
We spent a lot of time praying for and speaking with the young parents, (the majority of whom were either nearing or in their early twenties), about life-after life. We spent most of our time in the cold grounds and dark evenings of the maternity hospital, with the Fathers.
It was heart-breaking to hold these �hard� Dublin blokes (guys), as they crumbled, sobbing, craving comfort of some sort in my arms. Me, a perfect stranger, an �auld-one� by Dublin�s standards/youth culture. . we spoke to them about ��Life-after-Life�-life� and the importance of grieving and not holding on, but knowing that there little babies were in the arms and light opure love.
Some Millinumim year this was turning out to be, and we were only half-way through the second month. Some of the young guys introduced us to other members of their families. Too many families in Social Authority housing , particularly the inner city of Dublin have lost family members through the HIV AIDS virus and miss-use of drugs.
We could feel Sacred Spirits/Gods presence in the cold, darkness that surrounded those days for us all. We needed all the resources we could get, because in the meantime, my step-daughter�s condition was worsening.........CONT..NEXT |
