No ragretz
Over the weekend, two things happened that have taken over my mind completely and ravaged it ever since. I am referring to two untimely deaths. The first was of Brian Gubbins, a 19-year-old journalism student from Nenagh with a passion for hurling, who did not return home from a night out with classmates in Galway Thursday night last. The second was of a young man named Maurice O'Donoghue who attended the same national school as I did, and was four years my senior when, on Saturday night, a car accident on a road I travel frequently took his life. The main thing that preoccupies my mind whenever I think of these two incidents (and trust me, they're all I've been thinking about since I heard about them one after the other on Sunday morning) is that two families, two groups of friends and acquaintances, team-mates, colleagues, fellow students, didn't get the chance to properly say goodbye. Parents assumed they'd see their sons later, the next day, the next week, whe...