Saturday, 4 August 2012
Secondly, I lost my best friend and grandmother rather unexpectedly, despite the fact she was 92. With her went the last link to the secrets of our family line. More importantly, I lost my confidante. Coincidentally, my grandmother passed on the day set aside in myth for the funeral games in honour of Lugh's foster-mother, Tailtiú.
These changes have been significant and, as one would expect, have led to introspection. I am not sure what the outcome will be, or how it will affect my writing here. It's a case of wait and see.
Until next time ...