The park was filled with the sounds of kids laughter and warmth. The sun blared down and it was one of the few days where Dublin was so hot that you had wished the rain would return.

In front of you, your husband John had a rugby ball and your three year old son Johnny was mimicking his father’s moves with a smaller version of the same ball.

“Now, I’m going to teach you how to kick, alright?” John said slowly, making sure that Johnny could pick up every word.

It was days like these, where you could watch your husband and son practice rugby in the park, that made you feel so much happiness.