At 10am this morning I stood outside a church and watched the coffin of a 32 year old man being brought into a church. Behind the coffin were his grief stricken wife, clutching their three young children - the oldest of which made her First Holy Communion three days ago - and beside her his shell shocked parents, brothers, sister, neighbours and countless friends.
On one side of the church entrance was a guard of honour dressed in uniform, and on the other side a guard of honour dressed in the team colours of the football team he played for.
The homily, coincidentally, was given by a priest friend of mine. He spoke very convincingly of the importance of living your life, however short it is to be, and of making a difference in the time you are here on earth.
That man in the coffin touched so many people's lives and he was deeply respected and loved because of it. His young widow has gained so much strength over the past ten days in the knowledge that she had married a truly good man who had time and energy for everyone. His children have a man to emulate. His friends will have an aching heart for quite some time.
So live life. Don't put off doing something until you retire, you may not be around. Be kind to those around you, create your own legacy. Make a difference.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Scary Post
Last Friday the postman delivered four pieces of post. All in white envelopes, the kind you open with one eye closed and your head turned sideways.
The first one was a Visa bill covering late December, self explanatory I think.
The second one was from the Garda Siochana informing my dear husband that he broke a set of traffic lights (though he swears they were amber and he couldn't stop in time) and he is now the proud owner of two penalty points and an Eu.80 fine. At this juncture I should point out that he is a professional driver.
The third one was from the Blood Transfusion Service informing us that my husbands name was on the computer that was stolen in London and that his information could be retrieved and used for illegal purposes.
The fourth was a letter from the building society we have our mortgage with, informing us that from March 2008 our mortgage has gone up, AGAIN.
If anyone is looking for my husband and I try under the duvet cover. AND WE ARE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL JUNE.
The first one was a Visa bill covering late December, self explanatory I think.
The second one was from the Garda Siochana informing my dear husband that he broke a set of traffic lights (though he swears they were amber and he couldn't stop in time) and he is now the proud owner of two penalty points and an Eu.80 fine. At this juncture I should point out that he is a professional driver.
The third one was from the Blood Transfusion Service informing us that my husbands name was on the computer that was stolen in London and that his information could be retrieved and used for illegal purposes.
The fourth was a letter from the building society we have our mortgage with, informing us that from March 2008 our mortgage has gone up, AGAIN.
If anyone is looking for my husband and I try under the duvet cover. AND WE ARE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL JUNE.
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