Deaf Talkabout: No child has ever been more loved
Friday, 8 June 2007
My sister Belle's wee granddaughter had been seriously ill for months with a brain tumour and died last Friday, a week before her first birthday. The funeral service was held in Stormont Presbyterian Church, in Belfast, on Monday and Evelyn and I were fortunate in being able to make a last minute booking with one of our top interpreters.
The church was packed with family and friends and many were in tears. The
little white coffin was carried in by the father and laid at the front. The
minister spoke movingly of the way the whole church, and many outsiders too,
had felt involved with the wee mite's struggles. "No child has ever
been more loved than little Sophia", he told us.
Sophia
gained hardly any weight after her birth, never spoke, was probably blind
and spent all her short life being fed through a tube. She was a beautiful
child with a calm and happy disposition in spite of her terrible affliction,
and doted over by older sister Lauren. Sonya, her mother, and my niece, was
spending almost 24 hours a day caring for her and the love of both father
and mother never wavered.
Only one hymn was sung: the children's
favourite, 'Jesus loves me! This I know', and new meaning was brought to the
words as we gazed on the tiny white coffin at the front. Uncle Colin read a
short Bible passage and a written tribute by the parents to a dearly loved
and beautiful daughter was read out by the minister.
The minister,
the Rev Dr R. Savage, assisted by the Rev W Smart, was obviously just as
emotionally involved as the rest of us. He paid tribute to the care and
devotion of hospital staff and the many caring neighbours and friends who
had felt involved in the baby's struggles. We could see that our interpreter
was also deeply moved while doing her best to stay composed and provide a
professional service, and we were greatly impressed by the overwhelming
spirit of care and love pervading the church.
It was wonderful for
Evelyn and me to be able to follow every word spoken at the funeral and gain
some insight into the pain and turmoil Sean and Sonya must have been
experiencing. A top-class interpreter brings out the heart-warming emotion
as well as the words and hymns of a funeral service. We could almost forget
our deafness and enter into a closer bond with our family.
As I
have said before, interpreters are like gold dust and usually have to be
booked months ahead, so we were extremely fortunate in getting one at such
short notice. Over the past year several more have passed the strict
entrance exams and we now have eleven fully qualified interpreters covering
Northern Ireland. They are available for doctor and hospital appointments as
well as job interviews and weddings. Funerals, of course, cannot be
foreseen, but the RNID interpreter booking office at Wilton House will do
their best to juggle things around.
- See Hear, the BBC's
Saturday morning programme for deaf people, has been running a competition
to discover the woman or man viewers think is the most famous deaf person in
history. News has just come through that the title has been won by Francis
Maginn, the deaf man from Cork who founded the British Deaf Association in
the early days of the 20th century and was first superintendent of the
Ulster Institute at College Square.
Maginn lost his hearing at six
and apparently was able to speak well in adult life. In the days before
professional interpreters Maginn accompanied deaf men to work interviews to
help with communication and it seems he was able to arrange jobs in
carpentry and sheet-metal work on the ill-fated Titanic.
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