Description: The online storage space of Ailbhe Keogan
A - My first entry of 2016. What a shit year. Mum got sick in January and you were on high alert until April when she unexpectedly (but quite wisely) snuck out the skylight. You were fine for the first three months, coasting along on the trite soundbyte that you actually felt strangely empowered by her passing. You felt like you were now an adult for the first time and you would live a fearless and fully-realised life for your beloved Mum. Then you became super saturated inside and started to leak all over
Eulogy for Mum
A - Michael got you a night away in Ballygarry House for your birthday. You holed up and finally wrote the short story you'd had in your head for far too long. It's your love song to Tralee and all its head the balls. You dedicated it to Keith cause he understands. Noel O' Regan helped whip it into shape and published it in his Visions Anthology.