Great-Bit-O-Stuff
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The same happened when my mother died. It's a shock.
By God you’re a lucky man to have compassionate caring employersThere were times in 21/22 when things got really bad for me. My grandmother died, I used live with her and the house went after, and I went into an awful spiral. There were days in 2022 when I didn't get out of bed, there were days when I didn't see daylight, and work completely suffered. I got away with murder because work understood what was going on and eventually my boss got me medical help which saw me taken out of work for a while. The lowest point was when my mum called me asking why one of the senior managers in work had turned up at her house looking for me. I'd gone completely AWOL and yer man travelled down from Dublin looking for me, and the only address in the work system was my parents, even though I haven't lived there in years.
When I eventually snapped to, I contacted that manager and told him I just wasn't at the races. He replied "we all have times when things don't add up". We actually only met today in Dublin, and we're doing an event together on Thursday next week.
I could not have a better employer.
I remember getting an offical warning one time because I went back home to get my uniform but I told other staffBy God you’re a lucky man to have compassionate caring employers
AgreedThe same happened when my mother died. It's a shock.
That's absolutely heart breaking. I'm sorry to read all that
See we’re all human on the insideU k is another thing
At the time we were so zoned out we forgot completely that our kids also lost their brother
Only years later did I cop on how it affected them
My Alana has a small butterfly on each shoulder with Colm and Ciarans name
My sympathies CorkY, that’s something no parent should ever have to go throughAgreed
We’d a cot death in 89
I returned to work next morning after the funeral,
In Derry it’s different
Wake the loved one in the house.
Church then nearby cemetery,
I carried Colms little white coffin all the way from the house,
Couldn’t grieve,
And didn’t till 2 plus years later,
Guilt etc as I was minding him the night he died and I was cursing and rocking him trying to get him to sleep ( watching some tv program)
My ol doll screamed me awake as I was fast asleep when she came in from bingo she had taken him out of the bed into the Moses basket in case I rolled over on him,
When she came up to bed she noticed something was wrong,
I gave him mouth to mouth and could hear his milk gurgling etc
Thought I had him back - no joy
I was lucky in that I was coaching GAA full tone in the schools
And bouncing 3/4 nights a week
So essentially I was out of the house as often as I could be,
Other kids suffered cos of this,
But especially my ex wife,
One was bad enough but after the second boy Ciaran passed away from cancer she lost the plot,
And has never fully recovered,
It’s the mammies that bear tbe brunt always
Thank youMy sympathies CorkY, that’s something no parent should ever have to go through![]()
