Dear Friends, just a few thoughts on recovery. To me, recovery does not mean that we forget our children or the life we had with them. It doesn't mean we won't feel pain again; be reminded by songs, sights, or sounds; have a mixture of feelings on holidays; or that we won't mourn any longer. But we have to "learn" to mourn so it doesn't interfere with our new "normal," our new lifestyle. I believe that God does not want us to forget our past. God does not want us to forget the good times, the hard times, the success, the mistakes. God does not ask that we forget that wonderful, or at times conflictual relationship. The battle is over for our children. Death has come. Now we can experience his or her victory of a new life while constructing memories for ourselves of our past life with our children. We will "ALWAYS" have a relationship with our children. I believe recovery means we will remember our children realistically.(All of this is easier said than done.)
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:…. A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance" (Eccl. 3:1,4)
"The Lord will be your everlasting light, and in your days of sorrow will end"
Dear Darragh / Tanya Darragh (none)
I dont know you but as I was flinking through the websight looking up names I came across you. I always thought if Darragh was used as a first name it was spelt Dara but hey I know different now. Its such a shame that your life was taken at sucha young age. Whilst your in heaven look out for Alan he was a really nice bloke he died at the age of 8 youl get on with him. I hope God is looking after you.
Dear Darraghs family i offer my condolences to you. I know Darragh will be looked after properly by God.
we cant stop thinkin of u . U r always on r minds evry day goes by and we cant not think about you but it will never bring you back you are so speacial we love you so much for ever in our hears my little mate love you loads hayley and amber xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx
The ultimate deterrant / Your Dad (guess)
Whenever Darragh wavered off the straight and narrow,which to his due wasnt often,i never had to get cross with him.I had a secret weapon. All i had to say was"if anything like this ever happens again i am going to phone Granny Pat",all resistance would crumble."No Dad no,please dont tell Granny Pat" How could this little woman,my Mum, cause such panic,she had never even raised her voice to him.I actually have seen him in tears over the threat! The simple reasons were respect and love.He thought so much of his Granny Pat and knew he was "her star",the thought that she would think less of him and heaven forfend tell him off was too much! The two of them had a mutual admiration society going on,there was/is such a bond between them that even the trivial matter of Darraghs untimely death cannot even bruise! Darragh hung on every word said by Granny Pat and when she was informed of some misdemeanor,she would ask to speak to him.He would glare at me for "grassing him up"go on the phone,never recieve anything else but gentle admonishment but the thought that he had let her down was enough to stop whatever misbehaviour he had been up to! The last memory i have of watching the two of them together is of Granny Pat holding a cake recipe in her hand,her hulking grandson with his arm round her,towering over her,having explained to him what was going to happen next! This for me sums up their relationship perfectly,Granny Pat gently leading,pointing him in the right direction,and almost unbelieviably Darragh allowing himself to be led,corrected and when necessary told off by this little lady.this was no mean feat as i am sure a few of his teachers will attest. Thank you Mum for the relationship you had with Daz,you saved me from losing my temper more than once! And thank you for your magnficent efforts in making this website,it is a beautiful and fitting tribute to how you felt about each other! Close
I believe God's promises are true. I believe Heaven is real.
I believe God will see US through. I believe nothing can separate
Us from God's love. I believe God has work for me to do.
"Believing against the grain" means having a survivalist attitude. Not only can WE survive, but out of it we can create something good. We need to cry out to each other for help and cry out, "God help US believe!"
Thinking of you and thanking you for your thoughts and prayers while my hands are recovering. Melissa
Miss ya / Maisie MipMops (Friend)
I miss you lot ans and lots darragh. I wish you were still here. I still remember your talent of singing and acting. I'll never you in my whole life! Wish you were here still. lots of love Maisie Bush or Mip Mop Girl. Close
hiya daz its just been 1 if them weeks that i just cant stop thinkin about u u r always on my mind, no matter how sad or angry i feel i just have 2 look at a pic of u or see ur cheeky grin and it makes me think that life is 2 short 2 have grudges and 2 hate people. just thinkin of all the things u said 2 me cheers me up and makes my day. no matter how much crying i do its just not gonna bring u back but at least i have the great memories that u gave everyone no matter wot daz u will always b in my heart xxxwith love 4 eva beffxxx
I took Granny Pat to the church today,to see where you will be buried.After we had a look about we went in the church and sat in the pew where i had watched you during the carol services.As i was telling her about it,you standing in the pulpit,head thrown back,smiling,filling the church with your booming voice,i saw you in my minds eye and my heart broke. I think there is still a big bit of me that does not want to face that you are gone,i am so thankful for the memories you have left me,sometimes you feel so close i feel i could almost touch you.But it does not alter the fact that i would give everything i have to see you once more,to see you smile,hear you laugh or sing,even to have to listen to one of your terrible jokes!Most of all i wish i could run my hand through your hair,hug you and tell you i loved you,just once more! You know how much you mean to me and what i am feeling right now,i miss you so much sometimes the thought of not seeing you again takes my breath away.I have been told time will ease the way i feel but at the moment it feels like my soul is being pulled apart.You always come to my rescue,just when i am at my lowest ebb,desolate and in despair,your smiling face pops into my head and i know we loved each other and even all this pain is worth it! I love you,big boy and i know nothing can keep us apart,i know we will meet again!Later Geezer!xxx
The Yellow Card! / Your Dad (guess)
The last competative game of football Daz played for Thistle was a happy and funny memory for me too! Firstly i was fortunate enough that the game was vidioed by Lloyds mum Pat(thank you).Daz did something in the game that left a memory for us all who saw it that we can still laugh about !He was yellow carded and he was so proud of the fact He started the game at centre forward,after about ten minutes we were awarded a penalty!Darragh being Daz took it and scored and wheeled away clapping his hands above his head,chanting"Easy Easy"1-0 to us! The manager(for reasons best known to himself)immediately substituted Daz!!!I think probably for his celebration!Darragh was not amused and for the rest of the half he sat on the touchline fuming at the injustice of it all! By the time he got back on he was vibrating with fury!The manager in his wisdom put Daz back on at left back and i knew there was a certain right winger that was going to feel his indignation! Darraghs credo on football was simple,the only confusing thing was he could not decide if it was more enjoyable to score(the thought of filling the onion bag always made him smile)or to come across a cocky whinging member of the opposition and give him a hard time!Hard choice eh? Now that the chances of him scoring had been dramatically reduced i knew what he was thinking! I saw him approach the winger and say something,i watched the winger snap an answer at Daz and his fate was sealed! For the next half hour Darragh went into destruction mode,the winger was tackled,kicked,pushed,shoved and generally bullied!On the video a parent can be heard saying"Coo Darraghs a bit fired up this morning" One minute later it happened,the winger knocked the ball by Darragh and then made the mistake of trying to go after it!NO WAY,AINT HAPPENING Darragh slid into him about a week late,winger flew two feet in the air!The referees whistle went,over he ran and said"Did you mean that"? Darragh looked at him and smiled and said"Yes,i did"The referee was left with no choice,Yellow! As Darragh walked away he was laughing,shoulders thrown back and his back straight,unbelievable,he was proud! When the game was finished,and we did win it easy,easy,i asked Daz why he had told the ref he meant it!He looked at me,tilted his head,smiled that smile we all remember and said"you always tell me to tell the truth,Dad"Even i had to laugh,although i dont think the winger was laughing much! That about summed him up,confident in himself,he had a devil may care attitude at times but his sense of humour never let him down and i am lucky enough to have it all on tape!Bless you son,another memory that makes me smile!xx Close
We Have You in our Hearts / Aunty Julie (Aunt)Read >>
We Have You in our Hearts / Aunty Julie (Aunt)
We thought of you with love today. But that is nothing new. We thought about you yesterday. And days before that too.
We think of you in silence. We often speak your name. Now all we have is memories. And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake. With which we'll never part. God has you in his keeping. We have you in our heart.
: ) / Bonnie Curtis (mate)
ello dazza im missin u loads an jus wishin dat u could b ere u wre always a good friend an stuck by da people that needed u most . i really hope that one day i can c u again luv ya loads n loads missin ya millions bibi xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxo hope ypu r ok dave and connor hang in there : ) Close
What a joy to have known Darragh / Mrs. Wendy Harman (Teaching Assistant )Read >>
What a joy to have known Darragh / Mrs. Wendy Harman (Teaching Assistant )
I will always remember Darragh as 'the cheeky chappie' who was always making us laugh (staff, as well as students) even when he was supposed to be working ! He had a wonderful talent for singing and drama and always made his presence known. He will be greatly missed, but I am so pleased to have had the chance to know Darragh and to work with him - he has left me with so many wonderful memories - including a proposal of marriage - that will never be forgotten !! God bless . Close
Loved And Never Forgotten! / Christopher Lockyear (Very Close Cousin )
There is a hole in my heart..that was the
hole that Darragh filled!
I can remember how lucky i was i saw him
on the tuesday and that saturday he died!
I will never forrget him i loved him so much
and that will never change love
Chris Close
Connors so like you..... / Jodie Penny (A fan of his! )Read >>
Connors so like you..... / Jodie Penny (A fan of his! )
Connor, ur lil bro is so much like you - He sings like you - like an angel. He looks like you - like a star. He acts like you - Amazing. Your and your family are all alike - A twinkle in my eye , a star up in the sky. How can we ever forget you daz, you are one in a million!
One morning a few months after losing Darragh, David, Sheila and I went shopping. As I hadn
’t been there yet, Sheila asked if I would like to see the church where Darragh’s headstone would be placed in the garden of remembrance. Sheila drove us to a lovely old church and we went and sat inside, enjoying the peace and talking quietly about our lovely boy.
Leaving the church itself, we walked to the spot where Darragh
’s ashes will be buried. David walked ahead, lost in his own thoughts and memories. Sheila and I followed behind still talking quietly about Darragh. David was still some distance from us when Sheila and I reached Darragh’s spot. While we stood there admiring the pretty garden area, a plump little robin fluttered onto the fence by a fir tree. He sat very close to us and trilled his song just for Sheila and I. It was an emotional moment but a beautiful one that we shall both cherish.
A few days later, David had the difficult job of discussing the wording and format of Darragh
’s headstone with the stonemason. On arriving at the churchyard and talking over the wording we were standing near to the position where Darragh's stone will lie. In the middle of this heartbreaking task, I caught sight of a flash of red and brown out of the corner of my eye. Our little feathered friend was back.
Again he perched on the fir tree where he inspected us all very closely. He looked at each of us individually then flew to nearby wall where he posed for a few moments before hopping down to the grass for a bath in the dew.
His next flight took him to the fence post once again from where he eyed us closely. He was so bold and unafraid that Conor
– a great animal lover – extended his hand to the bird. The little robin was so tame that Conor got within a foot of him before he hopped away a little. David then put out his hand and got so close that had hhe had some crumbs with which to tempt the bird, I am sure the robin would have hopped right on to his hand.
I was able to take a few pictures of the robin and I am glad I did so, for no-one would believe how friendly he was without them as proof. For myself though, I don
’t need the photographs as I will never forget the stillness of the church garden, the sadness associated with the lovely spot, the planning of the headstone and the little bird being there to lift our spirits. Twice.
I
’ll tell you something else too. Every time David, Conor, Sheila, myself or anyone who reads this visits Darragh’s resting spot, it would be good to remember to take a few crumbs
Big Man Everyday when i wake up,my day starts the same way,i look over at your photograph and am hit by two thoughts! 1.What a shabby deal i got when you were taken away from me,you were and still are my special boy.My most valuable possesion,my Prince and i was(and still am) so proud of you!To have you taken away was the cruellest and most painful thing i can imagine! 2.How lucky i was(and still am)to have known and loved you for the twelve years i did(and still do)! i hope everyone who reads this can excuse the next bit of language,but Daz knows what i mean, to me,Son,you were(and still are)THE DOGS BOLLOCKS! I love you,son,and i always will,i will never ever forget you and all the time we had together,i know you will never forget and that we will meet again,i cannot imagine loving someone this much and to not see them again would be the worst trick of all! Take care of Conor and your poor Mum,i hope you realise how much they love you and you can help them get through their own particular grief. Thank you for the new memories you gave me last week,i thought i had gone through my memory banks and uncovered all the stuff i had in the drawer marked Darragh Hume,Master of the Universe,but okay i was wrong,i will take as many more as you have got! i miss you loads,Big Man,but as i said we will meet again,Later Geezer!xxx
Master of the Universe / Aunty Julie
The oak will break, the willow bend
At least they say that is true,
Through the worst storms life throws at them.
They find their own way through
From broken branches grows a sprig
The willow will spring back
Life goes on, as it almost must
Even though the things look so black
I see my brother’s aching heart
And know he is in great pain,
After losing the boy he loved so much,
Things will never be the same.
He is not a willow, not an oak,
How can he expect to bear,
A mortal cut so profound,
How can life be so unfair?
A boy so full of promise,
Of humour and of fun,
A sportsman and a ladies man,
Darragh, you were his sun.
Though he’s no willow, nor an oak,
And though it may sound terse,
My brother has to soldier on,
In memory of the Master of the Universe.
With love to David, Conor and our dear MOTU. Shine on, sweetheart. Close
Miss you darragh. / Harry/Maisie Bush (Went to same school )Read >>
Miss you darragh. / Harry/Maisie Bush (Went to same school )
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