I’ll be with them again tomorrow.

We are the Families of the Disappeared.

This will be particularly hard for me and I’ll need all the warmth and support I know they’ll give me.

Because it will be 50 years almost to the day since my brother Columba McVeigh was murdered and secretly buried by the IRA.

Columba was 19 years old when he went off to Dublin from our home in Donaghmore, Co Tyrone, to start a new job in 1975.

Like every Irish mother, Mum wanted to make sure he had all he needed, and as much as she loved him, she knew he wouldn’t do it himself. And so, as his big sister, it was my job to get him clothes and everything else.

I saw him onto the bus.

He would write home to Mum now and again, and in a letter he wrote about seeing Eamon DeValera’s funeral in Dublin.

He signed it

See Full Page