We spent another ten minutes catching up as a throng of people passed by. A mixture of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Normally my brain would be sizzling, thinking of all their different stories. But not this time. My mind was still foggy from the night before and Ronan seemed only marginally better.
Then we decided it was time to head back home to Mullingar.
A shower was just starting as the lift raised me and my electric wheelchair up into the back of the van. Briefly, I got the smell of wet grass.
The journey home took an hour and a half. It gave us plenty of time to chat.
Mostly it was reminiscing about our previous trips and the different sporting occasions that were coming up.
Then just as we were driving off the motorway and into Mullingar, I felt the buzzing sensation of my mobile. Instinctively, I knew it was her –
I wasn’t sure if you would message but I’m glad you did. Are you still in Galway? x
Of course, I did. No, nearly home now.
Where’s that again?
Mullingar.
Oh, that’s where my Gran lives. I actually go and see her quite often. She is in a nursing home.
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