Showing posts with label birthday memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday memories. Show all posts
A Birthday for Joe and Jean
Four years ago I used this picture to accompany this post.
It's London Sister's birthday today and it would have been our cousin Joe's as well. They were born on the same day and in the same parish.
Joe died four weeks ago from brain cancer. Tonight was his Month's Mind and the chapel was packed to the doors. The service was beautiful. His daughter, a very talented harpist, arranged and took part in providing the music just as she'd done at her Daddy's funeral. His son read a heartfelt and tremendously moving prayer that he and his sister had written for tonight's service. My brother and other family members did readings. Joe was a well-beloved husband, father, son and brother. He was a good, caring and helpful friend to so very many people. He was funny, open-minded, curious and intelligent. He was the sort of man who should have lived to a ripe old age because he was the sort of man who added value to his community.
He is going to be missed so very much.
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It's London Sister's birthday today and it would have been our cousin Joe's as well. They were born on the same day and in the same parish.
Joe died four weeks ago from brain cancer. Tonight was his Month's Mind and the chapel was packed to the doors. The service was beautiful. His daughter, a very talented harpist, arranged and took part in providing the music just as she'd done at her Daddy's funeral. His son read a heartfelt and tremendously moving prayer that he and his sister had written for tonight's service. My brother and other family members did readings. Joe was a well-beloved husband, father, son and brother. He was a good, caring and helpful friend to so very many people. He was funny, open-minded, curious and intelligent. He was the sort of man who should have lived to a ripe old age because he was the sort of man who added value to his community.
He is going to be missed so very much.
Remembering Seamus
There are photographs you take that you don't think much of at the time. Not clear enough, too much clutter in the background, the colours aren't right. Then time passes, lots of time, and that snapshot becomes a deal more precious. Daddy's smile, boots off, favourite seat, a cup of tea. Sitting there in his corner with all his bits around him. He would have been 93 years old today. A mighty age and far too old for Seamus' liking. Still... he is missed.