I just called………….

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Life, Love, Family

Twenty eight years ago today my Dad slipped away peacefully into the night. I remember thinking that my broken heart would never mend and that our little family would never be the same again. I have learnt that hearts and minds are quite resilient and families are capable of adapting to cope with all that life throws at them.

As time marches on and broken hearts are patched back together treasured memories of days long gone are often resurrected from the recesses of the mind, dusted down and replayed time and time again. One such memory paid me a visit yesterday. On hearing the Stevie Wonder song, ‘I just called to say I love you’, I was instantly transported to 1984. I was standing in my Aunts kitchen. The phone rang and my Mum answered it and a smile instantly lit up her face.

On the other end of the line was my Dad, he was just making a quick call, from the corridor in Baggot Street Hospital, to tell my Mum that he loved her. Coincidentally his call had coincided with Stevie Wonder’s song , ‘I just called to say I love you’,  being played on the radio. We had a giggle, made a joke or two about how soppy they both were and the moment passed and we got on with the day.

Thousands of moments pass every day. Many never cross our minds again. Yet, every now and then some of these ordinary everyday moments become treasured memories. Memories that are carefully wrapped in love and stored away safely. Sharing these memories ensure the stories of those we love remain part of the tapestry that is our life.


The Author

I'm living on the Leitrim border with my lovely husband and two terrific kids. It's the little piece of heaven that I dreamed of growing up. I work in Adult Education by day and during my free time I read, write, knit, plant and bake not always in that order. I blog about life, love, family and everything in between. Pull up a chair and have a browse while you're here. All the best, Karen


  1. Claire Rafferty says

    Have to say Karen that brought a tear. So beautifully written and so true. Memories are so precious and Its only now I am realising this. Make loads of memories for the memory bank because one day it’s all you will have so make them good ones x


    • Sorry Claire! we went out for lunch today and when Darren’s curry arrived Jake dipped a chip into the sauce and said – that tastes like Granddad Brian’s recipe. On the day that was in it it made me smile. The poor wee mite has never met Granddad Brian but can recall many tales about him. I suppose it was the only way I could keep his memory alive. Like you i hope my two have stores of memories to share and laugh over as they get older. Sorry again for causing tears! xxxxxx hugs


  2. Such a beautiful blog Karen and what a lovely memory to have. Music can be so evocative and can transport us in an instant. Despite the loss of your dad, you will have his lovely memories as a part of you for a long long time to come. 💙


    • lots of memories Val, but every now and then I’d love an hour with him to have an aul chat! But i know an hour would just not be enough…xxx


  3. Theresa Musso says

    Oh Karen – the memories I have of Uncle Brian are real treasures to me. This year, when Mom passed,
    Uncle Nedzer came to us to support our family and your dad was there in spirit. To me they were inseparable and always made time for us when we went to Granny Byrne for our holidays. The memory will never fade. Beautiful tribute – Thanks for sharing.


    • Thanks Theresa. Dad was always big on family. I remember hearing stories about you guys in America long before I ever met your lovely mum or any of you.
      I also remember your Mum keeping in touch with Dad during his illness. I went through a phase of collecting note paper and now and then when he had no plain paper to write on Dad would fish through all the pretty stuff I had looking for something that wasn’t too fancy!

      Your Mum was an absolute treasure, I am very grateful that I had the pleasure of spending time with her. I’ll never forget her and her friend calling in to see me and Darren when she paid a visit to Ireland. It was wonderful to be able to repay her hospitality even in a small way.

      This blog exists only because of the encouragement of some close friends. Every now and then over a meal and a glass of wine stories of childhood mishaps would be told and they would tell me that I should write a book.

      Well, a book might be a little too ambitious, so I started a blog. I love being able to share memories and I want my kids to have a store of tales that they can draw on during their lifetime.

      Thanks again for reading my ramblings and thanks for the comment.


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