Monday, April 05, 2004
I arrived back from Madrid on Tuesday and by way of putting things into perspective I got a call the next morning from DW to say that his father had died. I’ve written about DW’s father before, old Mr.W. A genuine Dubliner who reared five fine children who have done him proud. Quite a contrast. I spent most of last weekend in DW’s company trying my best to console. You can only say so much in these circumstances. Mr.W may you rest in peace.
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