It started early spring. We made arrangements for meeting each other in the month of May. Mi na Bealtaine we call it on Inis Meáin. It is the month in which on almost every new day another sort of flower is in full bloom. There are orchids, there is the honeycomb, the fuchsia, which in Irish has the beautiful name of Deora Dé, which means Tears of God and a lot other beautiful coloured flowers. It is this month also in which the vegetables such as the potatoes, are growing fast and so does the young cattle. They are jumping about, chasing one another while their mothers are keeping an eye…
On Friday morning we would meet at the pier. It was a lovely morning at the time and I took the half an hour’s stroll at my ease. I just love it to go to the pier and see the boat coming in with verve. And there she was…. standing on deck, eagerly waiting to come off the boat and meet everything she had dreamt of already since a couple of months.
I will never forget the gentle decisiveness there was in her way of acting towards the new world she came into the moment she came from the boat. We both enjoyed the little fields of fresh green grass surrounded by the limestone walls from where the cattle were curiously looking at us on our way to the house. The local situation reminded her so much of home…
In the afternoon she was sitting on the wooden bench at the back in the Middle of newly made friends. There was a happily atmosphere around them while they were talking with one another in a warm and comforting sunshine.
Walking up the steep road was not easy for her but step by step with a little breathing out in between, she managed. And having arrived she enjoyed the look on the Twelve Bens of Connemara.
In the evening we had an intense conversation. We talked about subjects which had touched her deeply in life. Then there was time for the nights’ rest.
In the morning she was not any more. Her circle of life was completed.
In the few hours she was on Inis Meáin she had brought love to the people she met which all were shocked by her sudden death. The neighbours gathered around and cared for her corpse.
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.