I don’t think I was the only one and I like to imagine her final path brightly lit given how many of us loved her. The Irish know how to mourn, and how to send people off.
This is a national, generational icon passing. They called Diana the People’s Princess but Sinéad Sinéad was the People’s Heart. She was their champion, their lion, she opened her mouth and majestically roared without even trying. She spoke up for all the underdogs of the world and never stopped being an underdog herself.
Her courage was a beacon, a sustenance. It sustained people. We didn’t realise how interwoven into the fabric of our beings her existence was or how much of a basic necessity her courage and honesty were to our living until her unexpected death caught us jagged. She was part of the fabric of our hearts and her absence is making us skip a beat, unsure of how to keep pumping.
That’s what you are seeing in Irish media and online. Last night’s RTE news was devoted to her. The radio stations were all Sinéad. Twitter is a public wake full of memories.
She loved Twitter and was tweeting up until her death. She could speak freely, unfettered by management and unedited by press. It scandalised some but the more people in her life tried to stifle her the more she needed to roar. She was brave because she kept roaring even when she was being held down.
Her struggles were shared. In being so honest about everything she allowed us to hear ourselves speaking when we didn’t have the same courage.
I am so sad she doesn’t get to fully become an old woman, as I loved watching her age and going on that journey with her.
I am so angry at the people and men in her life that made her feel so desperately unlovable.
I hope she is hugging her son Shane now, and is able to finally sleep peacefully, with him in her arms.