Growing up in Northern Ireland during The Troubles continues to impact your life in ways that may seem strange to others. This afternoon, my nurse was preparing to give me the Venofer injection which helps to refulate iron in my body. As she did so she was humming the tune to Harry Chapin’s Cats in the Cradle song. Immediately, my thoughts turned to the advertisement that we saw in the North for the Confidential Telephone line as part of the campaign against terrorism, I said to the nurse about it – she had no idea about what I was talking. So, I googled it, and showed her.
Shadows of the past continue to be cast on our lives. I hope and pray that we never go bavk to those dark days.
Originally posted on Gyronny Herald.