I can remember one Easter..a secret Beach with only sounds of leaping Salmon and baby Oyster catchers,
the Kids getting driftwood,and us setting a bonfire and baking tatties etc.
I sat alone,and i wept ..cried like a wee girl..all sore and sobbing.
Thomas Hamilton visited the world and killed all those wee babies.as a non religeous person i think of Easter and I think of all those Primary Ones. babies.
Easter will forever remind me of that time.
the pain goes,lessens. but the memory of my pals wee lassie who was shot in the head by a Dum Dum bullet,that her brain hit the floor. all those wee bairns ! those tiny wee kids !
/pah !