The 49-year-old went missing on Donabate Beach on January 7 and her body was later found on a beach in Blackpool.
"I wanted to say how proud I am to be your daughter. Jade created a beautiful tribute to Bernadette on Donabate Beach today to mark Mother's Day, Dublin Live reports. Bernadette Connolly's daughter Jade has paid a Mother's Day tribute to her tragic mum.
Bernadette Connolly's daughter Jade has paid tribute to her late mum for Mother's Day. The 45-year-old vanished from Donabate beach on January 7th 2022.
You’re that sun up in the sky… your voice in my ear telling me ‘get up and don't give up’. A feeling of hope, a light in the dark. Being told that you were missing, last seen on a beach, the sense of helplessness we all felt. Captioning the post, Jade said: “Happy Mother’s Day mam. The 45-year-old vanished from Donabate beach on January 7th 2022. “I woke up, this wave came over me…
The Observer writer Sarah Hughes died at just 48. Her husband talks about how he is coping and the launch of the memoir that was so dear to her.
“I knew from the response to things she’d written in the Observer just how beneficial it could be for people.” He and the children will continue to do the things Hughes loved, he says. The published book, as Glynn suggests, is full of Hughes’ life force. The problem was it was her who was leaving. I can hear her voice when I read the book.” Holding Tight, Letting Go: My Life, Death and all the Madness in Between is a collection of her essays that has since been completed by writers and colleagues who were close to the author. She always had a book nearby.” She just had that lust for life and knowledge,” he says. Another of Hughes’ key characteristics, an immense appetite for everything that interested her, also beams out from the pages. Touchingly, she recalls idly wondering in the past which of her friends would not make it to old age. Instead, with Ruby, 15, and Oisin, 13, he will have the sort of regular Sunday that Hughes always enjoyed. Mother’s Day was never a big event inside their home and this year Glynn has no formal plans to mark the moment.
The genuine way to mark the day is to stop doing the thing your mum hates. But watching my children attempt to be polite to each other was exhausting, ...
We’re only people.” And I said: “That is the single dumbest thing you’ve ever said,” while thinking adulthood, praise be, is still some way away. When they sat down to eat, they passed things to each other rather than pelting each other with bread rolls like a pair of chimps, and nobody said anything about vegetarianism being stupid, or accused anyone of eating like a squirrel, and after about half a day of this, I was sort of broken-hearted. My sister and I say “Mummy”, and, because we know how shameful that is, when we’re in public we call her “the old trout”. Once a year, on Mother’s Day, we stop doing that out of respect, which makes no difference to her because she doesn’t know we do it in the first place. This is a perfectly normal age to call your mum ‘Mummy’, and I am just a normal person, in the shops, having a normal day” and the woman on the till was trying so hard to remain composed that her eyes filled with real tears. I’ve listened to podcasts in which the exact reason that it’s all the parents’ fault is detailed so sensitively, so perceptively, that you don’t even mind. If you missed the window during adolescence to shift from “Mummy” to “Mum”, because you were busy sniffing glue and whatnot, the wind changes and you’re stuck like that.