Over the last year I have come to know about a precious young boy called Daniel through the blog of another Irishwoman, Tric, from My Thoughts on a Page.
Daniel died, aged 12, a year ago today from Leukemia. Tric, who is a very close friend of Daniel’s family, has written extensively about Daniel’s dynamic personality and the awful grief that has been associated with his passing.
I didn’t know until recently that Daniel had died on November 29th. This is a day that has huge significance in our family, too, as it marks the anniversary of my eldest nephew who died tragically, aged 24, on November 29th, 1996. While that may seem like many years ago, it feels no time as he still lives on in all our hearts.
I promised Tric that I would cast a special stone into the sea in Daniel’s memory on this day of days.
It’s been a day on which the sun never appeared but Garrarus Beach was waiting patiently for me as I headed out for my swim in the late afternoon.
Walking along the sand, I thought of how a young boy of twelve would more than likely be drawn to the rocks and the sand. I decided to build a sandcastle for Daniel, wishing that he and my very artistic nephew were there with me to design it properly.
Two beautiful stones ~ one bigger and one smaller ~ begged to be chosen from the thousands that carpetted the shoreline.
I gave each of them a little kiss before casting them into the gentle sea and somehow it felt like these two young men, who are so sorely missed, have now been brought together through the power of writing.
There’s no easy way to lose someone you love but today’s experience made me feel more than ever that a grief shared is definitely more easily borne than one which remains knotted in the depths of the heart.