It was a long day today. A day when Pádraig was missed a lot. He and my mother really did get on so well. Since the accident, my mother was constantly asking for him, constantly telling people about him, constantly praying for him.

Pat stayed with him in Hamburg, but in spirit they were with us all day.

I am not sure whether you have experienced this, but it seems like that when remembering difficulties fade, even more so when persons died, to a point when you wonder about your own memory. Which is what happened to me during the remembrance.

German funerals are also distinctively different from Irish, as are the people attending.

Tonight, I am not sure whether I am grasping the enormity of what has happened.

Back in Hamburg, back with Pat and Pádraig. Yet, the world ain’t as it was and will never be.