‘I promised Bryan I’d look after the children’

PAT O’REGAN greets the photograph of his dead son every morning.

As he steps up into the square kitchen of his terrace home, he looks up at a picture of his only son and repeats the same message — “Morning Bryan”.

“Wednesdays are the worst,” he says. “I don’t know why. But I cry all day every Wednesday. Bryan wasn’t just my son. He was my best friend,” the 64-year-old adds, his eyes welling up with tears again.