In a Word . . . Sibling Patsy McGarry

• Published date: 19 December 2020
• Date: 19 December 2020
• Author: Patsy McGarry
• Publication title: Irish Times (Dublin, Ireland)

Sleep was a problem, all the more difficult because I was on best behaviour and would even go to bed without the usual fight. No fighting in December. Then I would lie awake trying hard to sleep and hoping Santy Claus would not find out that I couldn't.

Another difficulty was my brother Seán. We shared a bed and he was the bane of my life. Every December I tried not to belt him as he provoked me.

Preparing an account of my sins for Confession once, I concluded that I would end up in hell for all eternity because of him.

He was 18 months younger than me, yet to make his First Communion. But reminding myself that he had yet to reach the use of reason never helped when I tried to stop hitting him back. It has remained a life-long problem. He was always in trouble, so it seemed very unfair that one Christmas he heard Santy on our roof and I did not.

It was my introduction to the general unfairness of life and the cruel reality that goodness is not always rewarded.

He even made a show of us that first time we met Santy. It was at a cinema...