The last letter I wrote to Nana, in February 2020, which turned out to be a year before her death in February 2021 at 93. I decided to post this after stumbling on this letter, and seeing how much it captured of our lives just four months after Mum died in October 2019. Time moves along. --- Hi Nana, I have been meaning to write. A sunny, fresh Sunday morning in San Francisco. Another weekend in town for me, as I try to find a slower tempo in 2020. I took this picture of an Orchid that I was given at a dinner last night - we enjoyed leftovers from a Chinese New Year's party, including the orchids. This gorgeous…

Friends, We wanted to write, to you that would have wanted to be with us in Donegal for Mum’s wake and funeral but could not make it. While the darkest days of our lives, the two days from Mum’s last breaths to laying her to rest had beautiful moments and poignant reminders of the arc of Mum’s life. I got

Friends, The saddest update to share, after Mum’s wrestle with cancer this summer. Mum passed away at home with us yesterday at 3.20pm yesterday. Finally, at peace. She had turned 70 on Sunday – which we celebrated together with her – and whispered to Dad that she never thought she’d make it. The last

Hey guys, I’ve been meaning to write, just a short update, after hard news for us again at the end of August. And, I jumped on a plane back home too. Just before Memorial Day, we got the results of the investigations and MRI for second and third opinions of Mum’s stage IV colorectal cancer. It was heart-

Hey guys, you posse of special friends… Jotting from flight back to San Francisco, Donegal via Dublin…and twenty minutes in Reykjavík…It was so good to be home and have 10 days with Mum and Dad, in this gritty new reality for us that has broken in the last two months. Mum and Dad came all the way down to