Sean Walsh

I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…

Ah, but I Knew!

Published on Monday 29th April 2024 by Sean Walsh

    Many will remember her as Ann Walsh. Friends, neighbours, colleagues, family… A wife who saved her husband from himself, gave their Dad back to two wee girls agrowing. Many more still will recall Miss McGarry, a nurse who never looked at the clock… She was a Giver. Always. TWO A winter’s evening, Ann […]

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In Celebration!

Published on Sunday 21st April 2024 by Sean Walsh

First Anniversary. My wife’s departure from this life unto Eternal Life… Many will remember her as Ann Walsh. Many more as Miss McGarry, a district nurse who never looked at the  clock. She was a giver. Always… A winter’s evening, Ann late for tea. A person she nursed, cared for, was dying. At midnight she […]

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Wee Intruder!

Published on Friday 9th February 2024 by Sean Walsh

Oh, and one night there during the week when you were away, Dad, didn’t I walk into the front room over the pub, thinking it was empty.   And what do y’know, Mammy and Maggie sittin’ behind the lace curtains at one of the windows, looking down at the crowds going up and down Park […]

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The Innkeeper’s Story

Published on Thursday 7th December 2023 by Sean Walsh

One Yes?!. A, a bed for the – ? You haven’t a hope! I’ve never seen such crowds in Bethlehem!.. You, your wife is?.. Oh… Is she – due?.. Oh-hh… Well look, round the back – the stables. Ye’ll be in out of the weather, that at self.   Two She’s like that, my missus […]

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In Transit: Ann Walsh

Published on Friday 2nd June 2023 by Sean Walsh

Saint Francis Hospice… A room en suite soon to be a Departure Lounge. At her bedside, Wee Four: Siobhan and Joanna, daughters, a sister, Patricia… mise… ‘Reaching… touching cold hands, limp on bedding. ‘A beaker of water to dry lips, ‘sipping… declining. Her shallow breathing – straying words – relieved, increasingly, by morphine. What to […]

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