This was another first for Pádraig: going into Trinity College Dublin after more than 2 1/2 years. Walking around what must be one of the most beautiful universities in the world. Going into the Chapel where he last read out statements on Irish language policy. Where his friends were last in on 04 July 2013 for a special service, praying for his survival and recovery.
Today, we went to see a play one of his sisters was involved in writing and that she was performing in. It was the first time ever (ever!) that the Proclamation was read out in Irish and in English (she read out the Irish part). Pádraig got a very special official welcome from the RTE Journalist introducing the proceedings. So many of our friends and family came to see the performance, some of them met Pádraig for the first time; some we met for the first time. It was a great afternoon out.
After the play, we took a detour back to the car and passed by the signs to the Seomra na Gaeilge — and noticed that the room ain’t wheelchair accessible. Who would have thought that this would be a pre-condition for him ever going back into that room that he had worked for so hard.
Tonight, a good friend arrived at our house who moved to California some years ago. Somehow, time passed and it got very late — which is, I suppose, a good sign. Having late nights from time to time is good.
One memory didn’t get out of my mind today. It was about a day Pádraig told us about, when he had just finished his degree a little under three years ago. It had been a beautiful day. He had been sitting on the grass in TCD and he was thinking back and remembering the absolutely brilliant, energetic, pure fun, satisfying, full-of-hope and -dream time he had had with all his unbelievably smart, beautiful and fantastic friends. He told us how sad he had been on that wonderful sunny day sitting on the grass in TCD thinking that these times, these times with sleepless nights, hard work, and great fun were now all gone and would never come back.