Last night my husband, four children and I spent the night with a friend in Waterford. It was a lovely night. We stayed home as our host cooked a delicious meal and the children, both hers and ours, squealed with laughter as they darted around the house playing games. But there was also a slight tinge of sadness.
Let me take you back to 1991 and the night I met my husband. I was with my friends in a nightclub and he was there with his. I couldn’t help notice him on the dance-floor as both he and his friend were unusually tall and heads above everyone else. He asked me to dance that night and that’s when it all began. His friend, I soon learned, was called Brendan and the two were very close. Fast forward a few years and my soon-to-be husband was best man at Brendan and Marie’s wedding. Five months later, Brendan was best man at ours.
The one thing that always sticks out in my head about Brendan’s best-man speech was when he spoke of his friendship with Paddy, my husband, and how he hoped and prayed that both couples would be blessed with children and that they’d also become friends. The next few years passed in a haze of happiness for us all as we both had two healthy children – a girl and a boy each. Then shockingly and devastatingly, in November of 1999, tragedy struck and ripped the heart out of us all. Brendan was heading into his job as a garda one afternoon when he was involved in a horrendous car crash. I won’t write about any details but he was killed outright. His daughter was three and a half years old and his son eight months.
Anyone who’s suffered tragedy in their lives will know how numb it can make you feel. The few days after the accident were surreal and I remember thinking that if I can feel like this, how must his wife, children, parents, sister and brothers feel? It was beyond heartbreaking. His funeral was beautiful and I was very proud of my husband who stood on the alter and gave a eulogy. It began with: “On this very day six years ago, I stood here at Brendan’s side and watched him beam with happiness as he married the woman he loved…” Six years to the day. How things can change in the blink of an eye and so many lives turned upside down.
Fast forward to the present day and my heart soars when I see all our children together and love the fact they get on so well. I’m sure Brendan was smiling down today, watching them have such a great time – he may have even organised for the ridiculously heavy shower of rain that drowned them all and sent them squealing into the house!
Brendan lives on in his two children, Jane and Tim, who look so much like him. But more than that, they’re lovely kids – kind, caring and joy to be around, just like their dad.
Lovely and so sad too. Glad you are maintaining a friendship xxx
Ah Maria that is so sad and lovely at the same time. RIP Brendan xxxx
I’m sure he appreciates that you’re in his families life to share the stories that kids need to know about their parents to make them ‘human’ to them. The ones your parents don’t really want you to really find out, but it’s your job as their parents best friends to share!
Human, heartfelt and authentic post. Love it. Thanks Maria 🙂
Beautiful post, Maria. Sad, yet not without hope. What wonderful legacies Brendan has left you all – in his children, and the memories nothing can take away from you all. Thank you.
Heather (@TessaTangent) x
How sad would tare your heart out something like this. Your friend is doing a great job her children are a credit to her and her late husband. The boy is the stamp of him. Lovely tribute to your wonderful friend and what memories he has left you all. x
Heartbreaking story for that poor family… But also lovely to know that he lives on through your friendship, and as Natalie said above, you can still tell the stories they may not be meant to know! Great post, T x
Hi Maria, this brought tears to my eyes as I remember Brendan very well – “My Best Man on the day”. Boy did I feel like a little titch standing beside Brendan! It is great to hear that Marie and his children are doing well. You and Paddy have been such good friends and I am sure everyone still misses Brendan every day. For the short time and little I knew him I know he was one of the good ones. Take care. Rach XX
That’s lovely Maria! Only seeing this now! I’m sure Bren would be so happy that you’re all still seeing each other. I remember Paddy’s eulogy very well. It meant an awful lot to us as I don’t think any of the family could have done a finer job.