Sometimes I remember him as I pass the crossroads where
he was killed. At one stage I contemplated putting up a cross
where he died. I wanted people to remember what had
happened. I wanted people to know that we had lost a child.
I actually received permission from the County Manager to do so.
This thinking soon changed. As I have said, Cathal is always
in my heart; I don’t need any concrete reminders of him. He
lives there, always as a thirteen-year-old child. He will never
grow old for us. I do not always feel sad when I see reminders
of Cathal, but probably a little numb, for it is still hard to
contemplate the loss of my child. It is hard to contemplate
this young boy lying in the cold earth, as I drive past the
graveyard. It is not possible to forget. But who would want to
forget one’s child? These moments of sadness are generally
brief, and I rarely think of him for the rest of the day. Life
goes on, and most of the time is happy and peaceful.