tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post9196050536301067611..comments2024-03-24T08:26:00.732+00:00Comments on photopol: MaiPólóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08661092894104384856noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-21813351730122998152011-02-09T15:09:59.817+00:002011-02-09T15:09:59.817+00:00Just thought I should post some remarks I made fro...Just thought I should post some remarks I made from the altar after Mai's funeral mass in Dolphin's Barn church.<br /><br />___________________________<br /><br />Mai was born on Bloody Sunday, 21/11/1920, on Usher's Island. Her Uncle Larry was at the fateful match in Croke Park on that same day.<br /><br />Her father had an undertaking business in James's Street and her mother, Tess, was the daughter of Christopher Burgess, a shoe and bootmaker, three doors down.<br /><br />In 1954 she married Harry Ledwidge from St. James's Terrace, just around the corner from this church. Later, she lived in Iveagh Trust in Patrick Street.<br /><br />When she could no longer manage there, she went to the Molyneaux Home, in Leeson Park, where she was very well looked after.<br /><br />She was always meticulous about her appearance and she put a heavy premium on good manners.<br /><br />But she accepted people at face value, regardless of creed or colour. If you were genuine, Mai would engage with you and, more affectionately, she'd blackguard you.<br /><br />I was looking for a sympathy card to give to Paddy. Unusually, and quite by accident, I found one which expressed exactly what I wanted to say and which I think Mai would endorse.<br /><br /> ____________<br /><br />Do not stand at my grave and weep,<br />I'm not there, I do not sleep.<br /><br />I am a thousand winds that blow.<br />I am the diamond glint on snow.<br />I am the sunlight on ripened grain.<br />I am the gentle autumn rain.<br /><br />When you wake in the morning hush,<br />I am the swift, uplifting rush<br />Of quiet birds in circling flight.<br />I am the soft starlight at night.<br /><br />Do not stand at my grave and weep.<br />I am not there, I do not sleep.<br />Do not stand at my grave and cry.<br />I am not there, I did not die.<br /><br /> ____________<br /><br />She was my godmother.<br /><br />May she rest in the peace she well deserves.Pólóhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08661092894104384856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-59665038212340812242011-01-30T23:11:30.240+00:002011-01-30T23:11:30.240+00:00I didn't know your godmother, but I offer my c...I didn't know your godmother, but I offer my condolences to you.<br />I'm lucky enough to have a good one myself. She's a good human too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-72511577304866042602011-01-23T23:52:38.148+00:002011-01-23T23:52:38.148+00:00Pol,
These memories of lives completed are import...Pol,<br /><br />These memories of lives completed are important - thanks for sharing.Skibbereen Eaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227489959419340421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-31865027040604651082011-01-22T10:09:13.589+00:002011-01-22T10:09:13.589+00:00Mai and I shared a room many a time in B'brack...Mai and I shared a room many a time in B'brack. Lots of laughs. She was as straight as a die, and full of fun too. May she rest in peace.<br /><br />NAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-82290608826834669302011-01-21T23:20:14.978+00:002011-01-21T23:20:14.978+00:00"Mai took people at face value. By that I don..."Mai took people at face value. By that I don't mean how they projected themselves, but what they were. She had an instinct for people. She saw right through them and related to those who were genuine."<br /><br />This is powerful and rare. One hopes it led to a very engaging life. She was a very special lady.<br /><br />D.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com