A powerful and moving testimony of love, loss, resilience and hope.
"A powerful and moving testimony to an unbearable grief." — Paula Meehan
Linda published See You In Two Minutes, Ma! in 2016. It was launched in the Central Hotel, Dublin by mental-health activist Niall Breslin, with singer-songwriter James Vincent McMorrow also in attendance to support the launch — a very successful event.
Raw in its honesty and unrelenting in its search for meaning, the book is a guiding light on the path to holistic well-being, and brings an undeniable authenticity to Linda's work supporting others. The book and an interview with Linda were also featured on RTÉ's Nationwide.
Naas, Co. Kildare
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Cloughjordan, Co. Tipperary
The launch of See You In Two Minutes, Ma! brought much media coverage across national newspapers, TV and radio. Review some of the coverage below.
Linda joined Shane Beatty in studio on Kildare FM.
Sinéad Burke interviews Linda for A Lust For Life.
A mother writes her story of losing her son to suicide.
Featured on The Creative Flow with a book-club review.
"Linda has written straight from the heart, her language is beautifully descriptive and the narrative so easy to follow and it's hard to leave it down. I knew Linda's strength before last night but I am still bowled over today by her great presence of mind to be able to pen the details of devastation and survival on the great wave of gratitude from her earthly and heavenly support. Congratulations again to Linda, blessed are the clients that will come to you."
"A truly inspiring lady. July's book-club choice is See You In Two Minutes, Ma — a mother's journey in the aftermath of her 15-year-old son's suicide. She brings a message of hope, light and courage."
See you in two minutes, ma! The words echoed in the hallway as the front door closed and re-opened in a burst followed by a trundling of long legs up the stairs and down as quickly. All over in a blur and this time the silence left uninterrupted. Me standing in the kitchen ironing some innocuous piece of clothing in a mundane way on an ordinary Saturday evening, in an ordinary house in a Cul de Sac with a green area, where children kick ball and have tea parties with plastic tea-sets and he and his crew set up a tent to camp out, where they tumble wrestle with each other and take selfies, plan battles on xbox, dance, sing, shout, share a smoke behind a wall. Here in this ordinary life the unthinkable happened. My life was transformed forever that evening as that was the last time I saw him alive.