On Tuesday 25th March 2012, I walked behind the coffin of a friend of mine who had died by suicide. His family were going through the excruciating grief and agonising bewilderment that comes with loss and all of our friends were hurting badly too. Five days later, I played in a League match against Mayo in Castlebar. An irrelevant game in the perspective of the week we all had but I returned to training on the Thursday evening and chatted to Pat Gilroy and we agreed I’d travel with the squad as it might be good for me. I remember…

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