In the name of fathers both near and on the far shore
Many moons ago, a short story I wrote called Holy Ghosts was published in the now defunct Sunday Tribune's Hennessy New Irish Writing. A mantra that featured throughout - "in the name of the father" - was the title of a film by Jim Sheridan a few years later.
They say nothing is wasted. And that life comes full circle. But this Father's Day falls too soon for me to feel happy talking about ghosts. For it is less than a month since my dad passed away.
Regular readers might remember my occasional tales about this man from the backbone of Ireland. One story in particular featured a five pound note that he and his mother lost but then miraculously found on a byroad to Mullingar.