TeagueIn the early hours of Sunday morning, 21st July, around 610am, my ma, Dorothy Callaghan, passed after being admitted to hospital for a simple fall on Monday 15th Juy. On Thursday 18th we were told she was end of life.
Ma was my rock. A strong woman who defeated an abusive relationship, breast cancer, and severe infection. She was my inspiration like her ma before her. I have been blessed with strong women in my life who saved me, guided me, pushed me to be better.
Being autistic I always thought the term "heart sore" was a flowery endearment, but now I know it's a precise description. My sister, aunt, and I laugh a bunch in our Irish way, but I don't think I have ever cried so much in such a small space of time. It is a lot to process and to be honest, I am overwhelmed.
For those asking, we are not accepting flowers. We don't want anything else dying on us right now and we have to leave to our own cities. If you feel the need to gift us, donating to the National Breast Cancer Foundation in her name would be a blessing.
I am a broken man, so your heartfelt endearments are extremely welcome and I thank everyone so far who has reached out already. I am blessed for knowing you.
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