We must respect the difficult choices she made
Veronica Guerin's legacy should be that she became the woman that she was meant to be, writes Elis O'Hanlon
Veronica Guerin's son Cathal was seven years old when his mother was murdered. My first thought on hearing that she had died was for him. Sixteen years on, when I think about her now, it is still that boy who first springs to mind. My own daughter was not even two at the time. She's grown up with a mother to watch over her and with whom to share the big and little milestones alike. Veronica Guerin's son was denied that. And for what? Some tawdry empire built on dope and terror and other people's misery.
I didn't know her personally. Readers sometimes think that those who work for the same newspaper must live and socialise in the same circles, whereas it's the nature of modern journalism that we often exist quite disparately from one another. Back then, it was even less likely that our paths would cross; I was living in Belfast at the time and rarely came to Dublin.