An Irish Tragedy

There was a story in the news last year that has stayed with me for its tragedy and cruelty… not just for those who lost their lives but for the one who was left behind. The names have been changed.

Kate had inherited a farm in County Cork from her family and lived there with her husband, Padraig and two grown sons, Michael and Sean. The family didn’t work the farm themselves but leased the land out to local farmers. The two sons had attended university and were working in their respective careers in nearby towns. Kate was experiencing a health issue and needed to have an operation from which she would need time to recover. She had recently made her will, just in case.

There were signs that things weren’t too good at home. Rather than come back to the farm after the surgery, Kate elected to stay with friends along with her older son Michael, who would nurse her back to health. When, finally she was well enough to come home, she and Michael returned to the farm where Padraig and Sean were waiting. After dinner and a bit of television, Kate went to bed early.

In the early morning, with the sun just coming up, Kate awoke to the sound of gunshots. Terrified, she ran from the room and found Michael in his bed, covered in blood. Neither Padraig nor Sean were in the house. In a panic, she fled to her nearest neighbor who called the police. When they arrived, they found Michael dead and began to search the farm for the two missing men.

They found Padraig and Sean in one of the fields. Both men were dead and a shotgun lay between them. A lengthy note was found on the body of Sean. In it he detailed the anger that he and his father felt at the favoritism Kate showed to her older son. They knew what she had written in her will. She had left the farm to Michael. It was never clear who shot whom, but the father and son had formed a murder suicide pact. And the note said, they had agreed to let Kate live so that she would live out her life in suffering over the loss of her beloved Michael.

In this strange and twisted tale, two men got their revenge but they paid in the most extreme and pointless way. Sparing a life just to provoke and prolong suffering and grief. And now, nobody gets the farm.

Drawing Adventurously 2019 (24)

As an only child, of an only child and another parent with one sibling who had no children of his own, I have a very small family (not counting my husband’s side of the family) and all but one of them has passed away. All that’s left in my branch of the family tree are my mother and me. So obviously I drew my mom. She came of age in the mid century with all it’s glamour and fashion, so I poured over my photos till I found this beauty and based my drawing on it:

The Year Of Drawing Adventurously 2019 (24) Theme

A biweekly challenge for a total of 26 drawings this year.

This time of year, people all over begin to think about gathering together with their loved ones. For many of us, family means different things: our blood relations, our dearest friends, even our beloved pets. Whatever ‘family’ means to you, let’s express that in this week’s drawing:

“Family”