One Fine Day

'I don't know where I am but I know how to get here.'


August 2015, Merciers Institute, James Hospital, Dublin.

I took this photograph of my mother fiveĀ  weeks and two days before she passed away.

I would find her each day, sitting in the same room, at the same table on the same chair, staringĀ  at the same view. The one most familiar to her. I used wondered what she was thinking about during these long lonely vigils. When I asked her she would smile to herself and turned away. Inscrutible as ever.

My father ... the fugitive
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