23/01/2026
I’m devastated to be writing this. Something I never thought I’d have to do.
I’m a very private person when it comes to myself and my family, but I felt I had to post this. The support from friends, family, and the wider community over the last few days has been unbelievable. I genuinely cannot reply to everyone, but please know it has all been felt and appreciated more than I can say.
I’m heartbroken to share that my mam has passed away.
Anyone who knows me knows I’ve always been a mammy’s boy. I wore that badge with pride. Trying to put into words what she meant to me feels impossible. She was not only my mother, she was my best friend. We were incredibly close. She did everything for me. She always had my back, no matter what. Even when I was clearly in the wrong, she was still in my corner.
The bond we had was something special. I haven’t stopped crying since we got the news, and I don’t think I ever will. But that’s the price you pay for loving someone this much. Grief is simply the pain of a love that was enormous.
My baby daughter Nina was born three weeks ago. Even though she was my mam’s ninth grandchild, she was completely besotted with her. She saw her every day. This photo is the one I sent anytime anyone asked about the baby. It’s my favourite picture I’ve ever taken, and one I’ll treasure forever.
The word legend gets thrown around far too easily these days, but anyone who knew my mam knows it’s the only word that fits Pamela Crookes. She wasn’t only my mam. She was a mammy to half the parish. If you knew her, you’ll understand exactly what I mean.
Her funeral takes place on Monday at 11am in Rathcoole Church, followed by burial in Saggart. The gyms will be closed on Monday.
Ma, I promise to live every day in a way that would make you proud. I love you more than I could ever explain.
Forever your mammy’s boy 🤍