Graham Turley: 'To have been Veronica's husband was a great privilege'
Driving into their yard last week revived bittersweet memories of long ago; of the day I arrived to try to recruit Veronica Guerin for the Sunday Independent; of the party held in the house the night she parted company with the Garda detail minding her after she was shot and injured; most of all, of Veronica herself.
At that party there were a few of us from the Sunday Independent, a few detectives, and I recall Nora Owen, who was minister for justice at the time, and in whose constituency Veronica lived, although I doubt she shared her politics. We sang a few songs, told stories, laughed and left, never to return in her lifetime, or indeed since.
Now, approaching the 20th anniversary of her death, I'm back in the yard. Aengus Fanning, the late editor of the Sunday Independent, sent me out the first time with a letter for Veronica. "She's the only bloody reporter in Dublin who can get a story, make sure she gets this," he ordered, handing me what I presume was one of his hand-written invitations to call him.