Day One Thousand Nine Hundred and Six

I was very busy all day. I had to help my family. All day. 

Because it is a very bad day for us. 

Last night our friend Mister Bill went to all the way to heaven. 

Maybe in his catch the fat fish boat. Maybe.

Now he can play throw the ball with his best friend Miss Maggie again. 

Miss Maggie is very happy. But we are not so very happy.  

Because it is not right. It is a very not right day. 

Mister Bill was our always best next door neighbour. Oh dear. 

He always took lots and lots of pictures of us. Just for us. 

Me too. Even auntie Eileen. When she was a visitor. 

He always took our beautiful pictures. 

Even in the wintertime. 

And outside our own house.

Inside too. 

Because he was a very famous picture taker.  

He always took pictures of our nice Queen too. Not just my family. Oh dear. 

And he always went to the dance a lot school to take beautiful pictures of my friend Niamh. 

Mister Bill was Niamh’s favourite wedding dancer. 

Who will take our pictures now. Oh dear. 

And now Miss Ginny will be way sad too. Oh dear. Oh dear. That is not all right.

Mister Ollie will have to be a big help. It is known. 

But today is not a nice day at all. 

Because yesterday uncle Ciaran talked to Zita from way far away Dublin. On her telephone.

Our cousin, the other Craig had an accident and then could not wake up again. Oh dear. Oh dear. That is not right. 

All the cousins from way far away Ireland were with him. 

Cousin Orlaith came all the way from her beside the giant ocean university. 

Cousins Ciara and Emma and Lucy and Robert and Sarah and his big brother Simon were there too. That is right. 

Because they are all family. 

So they could keep him company. So he was not lonely. When he was all fast asleep. In the hospital.

And all his friends from his university came and his football team too. To say goodbye. 

Then this morning he went to heaven too. 

Maybe he saw Mister Bill in his boat. Maybe. Oh dear.

His Mummy is already there to take care of him. That is good. 

And his big black dog Thunder too. That is good. 

Now everybody in my house is way way sad. Me too.  

I have to stay right beside everybody. So they will not be lonely either. 

Because they are my family. 

It is my Sing Happy Birthday day today. But it is not a very nice day. 

Sad is not so nice. It is known. 

Maybe we will sing happy birthday to me tomorrow. Maybe. 

That would be right. It is known.