When my husband died in Killarney I knew the time I had with him was short, but you know that quality time has, how in moments of extreme emotion it can stretch - so that it always seemed to me that I spent days with him in the funeral parlour yet, I told myself, it could only have been two days. Although it was ten years ago it was only last year that I sent myself back in time and reckoned how long it had been. I could not believe it was only twenty-four hours.
Below is a sound file of my take on that.
Below is a sound file of my take on that.
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