On Thursday evening, you looked at me, as I sat at your bedside. “There’s a lot wrong”, you said. Your tired eyes told me the full story; we both knew that it was bad. However, we still found the time for a quick joke. That was our way of doing things. No point pussy footing around, it will change nothing. That was just our way.
However, this morning is not about Thursday. This morning is a celebration of a husband, a father, a granddad, a brother and a son. It’s a celebration of a life that was lived right till the very end.
You had your ways, we knew them, and your friends knew them. We might give a ring, to see how you are. “I’m fine”, was the most usual response, followed by “I’ll let you talk to your mother”. A quick look at the telly guide, told us that Ice Road Truckers was on Discovery at that time. That would be a lot more interesting than the mundane issues we would talk about.
Your love of the outdoor life was well known. This love grew from the close relationship you enjoyed with your late father in law, Shino, or “The Boss Man” as you referred to him. The stories of your times together are legendary. We will never forget the evening, as you were out shooting together, when the boss man shot a duck. The duck fell into the river and the dog couldn’t find him. You spotted the duck and waded into the freezing water to retrieve him. You stepped too far forward and ended up in water to your neck. As you struggled to get out of the river, the boss man arrived on the river bank. Totally oblivious to your plight, “Did you get the effjing duck” he asked. There are lots more stories, most of them unsuitable to tell here this morning.
This love of the outdoors continued right through your life. You loved the Tidy Towns group, the gun club, the fishing club. They were all very important to you and gave you great pride and satisfaction. It also gave you a chance to meet great friends like Pat Power.
Your friendship with Pa blossomed during your time with Pinewood. We all knew when you were both finished work from the red glow of two cigarettes, as you both walked down the road.
Friday morning was Pension morning. Then, a drive to Clonmel with mam, where the Credit Union had to be paid, get the shopping in Dunne’s, a few bits in Aldi and a drop of oil from Sean Connolly. It was all done on a Friday.
You took pride in having all your bills paid. “In the front door, out the back” was your attitude to The ESB Bill or the Phone Bill.
Sunday afternoon, you loved to stretch out and watch the hurling on telly. As children, we dreaded the Championship draw. If it was Tipperary V Waterford, somebody was going to be disappointed and the potential for a row increased. We would wait until the end of the match and give a ring. If it was a Tipperary win, “Is mammy thick?” was the question. As usual, “I’ll let you talk to your mother”. We always reassured her that it was a stupid game anyway. A Waterford win on the other hand, was a great opportunity to get a rise and do a small bit of gloating. In truth, none of us really cared either way, but you never “look a gift horse in the mouth”.
You had your own way of saying things. You had your own vocabulary, which made total sense to us, but would have been double Dutch to an outsider. We will remember those words, from now on, with a smile.
A few years ago, I had the satisfaction of writing a “This is your Life” book, looking back on your life. It became a labour of love. My chats with Maureen, Kathleen and Frances were so funny, as they recounted memories from the past. I sat for many an hour, in front of a computer screen, with a deep smile, as I attempted to put your exploits into words. On occasion, I had to phone you and try to squeeze extra nuggets of information. The night we presented you with the book, there was a palpable sense of relief on your face. “What’s up?” I asked. “You know all those recent phone calls, you made, asking me all those questions. I thought there was something seriously wrong, you know your mother handles all that stuff”, you said. As usual, yes, you’ve guessed it, “I’ll let you talk to your mother”. I’m glad we have that book today, an heirloom in the family, reminding us of you.
Dad, you loved your grand children and they were your life. The only thing that you could not understand was their fascination with technology or “gadgets”. “How can they stay looking at those bloody yokes”, you would ask. Snap chat and Instagram were a little alien to you. You will look after those children now though, you will watch over them. They love you in equal measure and you have had a massive impact in their young lives.
There is no doubt Dad, that there is a massive void in our lives today, a void that can never be filled. There are tough days ahead, as we attempt to get our heads around what has just happened. Mam will feel it the most, but rest assured, she will be ok. It’s now time to “circle the wagons” and watch over her. She is blessed with great friends and neighbours too, she will be ok. Make no mistake, she will be ok.
I’m going to finish with a reference to Rachel, Emma, Anna, Sarah, Kian, Colm and Holly.
As we grew up, Maney always asked us just one thing. Success or failure were measured the same way, they didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that you tried and you did your best. Most important however, was respect. You respected your family, but most importantly, you respected yourself and your good name. Maney always said that you might have a hole in the arse of your trousers, but if your name is good, you can go anywhere you wish, you can walk any street, with your head held high. As young children and as teenagers, you are living in very challenging and different times, facing worries and problems that Maney could never have expected or could have foreseen. There will be times in your lives when you will have to make big decisions, there will be times that you will be unsure, there will be times that you are scared. Don’t be afraid to ask Maney for help, because he’ll be there, every step of the way, guiding you. He is so proud of you all; as he watches you grow in your lives. Just remember that one word, respect, that’s all Maney would have asked for, nothing more, nothing less. Remember that, respect yourself and respect your good name.
On behalf of our family, can I express our heartfelt thanks to Dr David Janes, Local Nurse Annette Condon, The Ambulance Personnel, The Staff of St Josephs Hospital Clonmel and The Mercy Hospital in Cork.
The care they gave you dad was second to none. We will never forget their professionalism and kindness.
To our extended family, neighbours and friends, thank you so much. We will be forever in your debt.
Bye Dad, until we meet again.
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