Reality Shift

I’d brought flowers, a card, a marker pen to sign the stookie.

A nurse asked me to wait a minute. “Just sit there,” she said. I watched her walk the length of the ward to the duty station, indicate me as she spoke to the ward sister. I lowered my gaze as they both turned to look at me, not wanting them to see me watching.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the sister approaching. She looked at her fob watch, smoothed down her apron, composed her face. I turned towards her. I knew that what she was going to say would turn my world upside down.

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  1. Hello Beatrice, I’m sure you won’t remember me but my name was Marion Cooper and I attended ND from 1966-1972 in a life many, many years ago. I found your blog while surfing in the early hours of the morning here in South Carolina. I have enjoyed reading them, especially the ones with news of ND and Glasgow. I was particularly intrigued to read that your Mum had lived in Tuam. My Grandmother grew up not far from Tuam in a little village called Ballyedmond. After my Grandfather retired they moved to Tuam where they lived till their deaths. They are both buried in Tuam Cemetery. Well, it is nearly 3 am so I had best be off to bed. Best wishes, Marion

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