Throwback to 03.01.2015
“May I ask for a little smile?”
This is my father! I haven’t seen him since 2002. It means the world to me to see his photo on your page. Unfortunately, he died last month as a homeless man. I live in Denmark and have been in Dublin many times to try and find him! He used to make a living from playing music on the streets, in bars and pubs. This is where he met my mother and they soon fell madly in love. 1975 they got married and seven years later I was born. They lived together for ten years, but he was devoted to music to Ireland and to alcohol, so they split up and he moved back to Dublin. After that, he lived day-by-day where he played music. As time went by, he found himself with no place to stay and soon ended up on the streets homeless. In 2002 I decided that I would find him and so I move to Dublin for three months. The day before I left Denmark, he rang me and we arranged to meet at The GPO – and there he was! My last and most vivid memory of him was our walk through St. Stephens Green on a warm and sunny May afternoon. We walked slowly through the park and he was telling me about his life in Dublin before he came to Denmark, he was telling me about being a child in Ireland and how poor the country was. I told him about my childhood and the time he had missed. We talked about him coming back to live with us and we both believed for a minute that it would happen someday.
To dream with him was fantastic. We both knew that it would always be just a dream but we shared the same dream and it felt beautiful.
Thank you for your work!