Yes she's coming to town, today. Hurray. Really, I think it is a good thing, it's truly wonderful. She no longer has to sneak in incognito, in an old raincoat and Groucho Marx nose-glasses. Walking through the front door of Ireland, welcomed and forgiven for all the evil things she has, no doubt personally, done to us over the last few centuries. Expected by some to make an apology, I think she should and it should go like this:
"Citizens of Ireland, I am so sorry for actually BEING the blade of Cromwell. Please forgive me for the terrible sin of the famine. I was a twinkle in the eye of my great great Grandfather at the time. How dare I, even to have considered being a zygote, in the near proximity of Sir Walter Raleigh, who is responsible for bringing the potatoes onto our colony in the first place...." and more of that ilk.. Would she get away with mega sarcasm? I doubt it. Will I? Doubt it.
Sarcasm aside, my mother is going to be driven through all the security barriers, so that she can get to the funeral of her long time friend Maurice. He was 91 and lived a full and productive life.
Not a word about him on the radio so here is the obituary:
On a personal note we all lived together in a house in Dublin in the early 70's. Two families together consisting of six young children, about five adults (one of them lived under the stairs)
and two college going teens. There was even a dog. The school was the Rotten Jam Sandwich - of which I retain no memories at all. Worrying considering I attended for two and a half years...allegedly.
Maurice was a stable person, an oasis in the chaos. And chaos it was. I remember. His voice was soft gutteral and gravelly. Words spoken with a humorous gravity. Smiling eyes carved into a soft lived-in wisdom face....
sorry for your loss :(
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