It’s time to think about me and my benefits which would be better off, Northern Ireland or over the border. I did get to speak with a benefits adviser at the Dove House which the woman came up to the homeless where my friend Lorraine works at (and I used to work at when I lived in Derry back in the 90s).
I did tell her my situation and the death of Craig and what I should do? I really would like to move to Derry to be closer to the family. But she told me like it is with Universal Credit and how its pretty much shit. Nobody likes it. She also told me that I would be loosing out of benefits here in Derry and would be better off over the border.
So Republic Of Ireland it is then. I will be looking at three locations which are Killea, Bridgend, and Muff.
I had looked at apartment in Killea which is 5 minutes away from Foyle Street. Uncle Joe took me to check it out. He noticed there are cameras around the apartments outside. I didn’t notice that. I applied for the apartment immediately and now its a matter of waiting. I really hope to get it because it would ease my mind a bit.
I have to move forward without Craig. It’s the only way to heal for me.
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Craig’s brother meet up
Craig’s brother Jon was in town for a day to pick up Craig’s ashes and bring back with him to Oregon where he will be spread at Nestucca River (Pacific City) at his final resting place.
We both decided to meet up that morning at 8.30am before his departure from Belfast that afternoon. Jon stayed at Shipquay Hotel. I figured it was the right thing to do to meet up with Jon and shake the hands of Craig’s brother. My uncle Joe and uncle Jim came with me for support. Turns out he was a really nice guy and very respected. We must had all talked about a good hour when he had to go. I started to get emotional in front of Jon and he knew my heart was broken. I held his hand with both hands. He patted me on the back that everything will be fine and he would take care of everything and make sure that he takes pictures of Craig’s final resting place.
We both decided to meet up that morning at 8.30am before his departure from Belfast that afternoon. Jon stayed at Shipquay Hotel. I figured it was the right thing to do to meet up with Jon and shake the hands of Craig’s brother. My uncle Joe and uncle Jim came with me for support. Turns out he was a really nice guy and very respected. We must had all talked about a good hour when he had to go. I started to get emotional in front of Jon and he knew my heart was broken. I held his hand with both hands. He patted me on the back that everything will be fine and he would take care of everything and make sure that he takes pictures of Craig’s final resting place.
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