For this week, instead of answering one of your letters on my column, I will be writing a piece on mental health and one of which is also very close to my own heart. I have chosen to do this because I love my city, because I see people are feeling isolated, and because it
17 years ago my brother Colm died. Only today I realised, that since I was 17 when he died, I was now on this earth without him as long as I had lived with him. That realisation stopped me in my tracks. When he died, my biggest fear was that one day I would forget