A light came into the world,
Wearing a long dress,
The nicest smile,
Carrying the greatest heart of gold.
That light had a son:
Our best friend, father and Grandad,
The most wonderful other half
To an already lovely woman.
Together they had a family,
Joining heritages,
Crossing seas,
Found themselves in Leeds.
But that was only the beginning of the journey:
Between the weekend trips with their good friends,
The cruises where they laughed and danced,
Wearing his best bow tie;
To the sofa days,
Keeping up with the Gaelic.
A man with many loves,
And Ireland remained one.
I remember when Grandad would visit home,
And he would share stories of their travels.
He was so kind-hearted, and so accepting.
His mother's light shone on him.
Years pass us too quickly.
Thank you for being a great father to my father and his siblings, and the wives and husband they love too.
Thank you for giving Granny such a wonderful journey in this life. May her voice still linger in your ears.
And thank you for being our Grandad. Our days with you will never be forgotten.
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Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
A light came into the world,
Wearing a long dress,
The nicest smile,
Carrying the greatest heart of gold.
That light had a son:
Our best friend, father and Grandad,
The most wonderful other half
To an already lovely woman.
Together they had a family,
Joining heritages,
Crossing seas,
Found themselves in Leeds.
But that was only the beginning of the journey:
Between the weekend trips with their good friends,
The cruises where they laughed and danced,
Wearing his best bow tie;
To the sofa days,
Keeping up with the Gaelic.
A man with many loves,
And Ireland remained one.
I remember when Grandad would visit home,
And he would share stories of their travels.
He was so kind-hearted, and so accepting.
His mother's light shone on him.
Years pass us too quickly.
Thank you for being a great father to my father and his siblings, and the wives and husband they love too.
Thank you for giving Granny such a wonderful journey in this life. May her voice still linger in your ears.
And thank you for being our Grandad. Our days with you will never be forgotten.
***
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