Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh láidir ar na hAillte an lá sin agus na duilleoga ag damhsa san aer.

The wind was blowing strongly on the Cliffs that day, and the leaves were dancing in the air.

Bhí grian an fhómhair lag sa spéir.

The autumn sun was weak in the sky.

Tháinig Niamh, Aisling, agus Cian le chéile ann, faoi scáth mór an Atlantach.

Niamh, Aisling, and Cian came together there, under the broad shadow of the Atlantic.

Bhí a seanathair ina chónaí i gcónaí ina gcroíthe, ach ní fhéadfadh siad glacadh lena uaighneas.

Their grandfather still lived in their hearts, but they couldn't accept their loneliness.

Shocraigh siad a mianta deireanacha a chomhlíonadh ag an áit álainn seo.

They decided to fulfill his last wishes at this beautiful place.

Bhí croitheadh ar Aisling.

Aisling shivered.

Dáiríre, níor theastaigh uaithi scaoileadh leis an gcarnadh grá sin.

Truly, she didn't want to let go of that heap of love.

D’fhéach Cian uirthi go mímhúinte, rud nach raibh nua don bhaile.

Cian looked at her rudely, which wasn't new to the town.

"Déan é anois, Niamh," a dúirt sé go ciúin.

"Do it now, Niamh," he said quietly.

"Níl aon rud eile fágtha dúinn anseo.

"There's nothing else left for us here."

"Bhí imní ar Niamh faoi chuimhneachán a sheanathair a chomhlíonadh agus faoi na deartháireacha.

Niamh was worried about fulfilling her grandfather's memory and about the siblings.

Thóg sí a lámh agus d’fhéach sí amach ar an aigéan ollmhór.

She raised her hand and looked out at the vast ocean.

"Cian, Aisling," a dúirt sí, "bainimid leis an áit seo.

"Cian, Aisling," she said, "we belong to this place.

Tá an ghrá istigh ionainn.

The love is within us.

Déanaimis é le chéile.

Let's do it together."

"Tháinig ciúnas orthu go léir, ag baint taitnimh as na focalta.

They all fell silent, enjoying the words.

Sheas siad le chéile, ní mar dhaoine aonair ach mar theaghlach.

They stood together, not as individuals but as a family.

Bhí súile Aisling lán le deora.

Aisling's eyes were full of tears.

"Tá aithne agat, tá sé ceart.

"You know, it's true.

Tógfaidh sé am, ach beidh muid ceart.

It will take time, but we'll be okay."

"Casadh Cian suas chuici, a fhios aige go raibh an ceart aici fosta.

Cian turned up to her, knowing that she was right too.

"Tá sé deacair.

"It's hard.

Ach tá muid fós le chéile.

But we're still together.

Sin rud maith.

That's a good thing."

"D’ardaigh Niamh a lasóg agus le cabhair a deartháireacha, scaip siad luaithreach a seanathar san ghaoth.

Niamh raised her match, and with the help of her siblings, they scattered their grandfather's ashes in the wind.

Bhí na tonnta ag bualadh ar na carraigeacha thíos, cosúil le bíóta na gcreideamh.

The waves were crashing on the rocks below, like the beat of beliefs.

D’fhan siad ina seastán ansin, gaolta agus grámhara.

They stood there, related and loving.

Ag fágáil na hAillte, mhothaigh Niamh faoiseamh.

Leaving the Cliffs, Niamh felt relief.

Thuig sí nár ghá di smacht iomlán a bheith aici.

She realized she didn't need to have complete control.

Agus thuig Cian fiúntas na seanathair sa saol.

And Cian understood the value of their grandfather in life.

Rinne Aisling glacadh le caillteanas agus fuaireadar neart sa chuimhne.

Aisling accepted the loss, and they found strength in the memory.

Bhí a fhios acu go raibh siad ag dul abhaile, níos gaire dá chéile anois ná riamh.

They knew they were going home, closer to each other now than ever.