Lent, that is! We’re heading into the third week now. I can’t say I’m playing a blinder. I wanted it to be more than just about sweets and biscuits but even that much has been quite a test and (yes), I’ve failed. Back on tracks though. I really believe Lent…
Just in from Jimmy’s Funeral Mass in Gurteen. It was a lovely gathering of family, neighbours and friends. I had a few notes written by way of a homily and will try now to put some shape on them. A good number of people told me they were happy to…
Jimmy Sherlock, R.I.P. Earlier today, Sunday March 20th, my uncle Jimmy died, R.I.P. He had been in hospital for a number of weeks. His family hadn’t told him that daddy died, as they wanted to save him from further upset. Please God they are reunited now. Jimmy was ever loyal…
My father’s Funeral Mass was celebrated today (March 16th) in St Joseph’s Church, Cloonloo. The church was filled to overflowing. Thirty priests joined in the concelebration of Mass. Jimmy Buckley, Patrick Feeney, Fr James McDonagh and Christy O’Grady supplied song and music – fitting the occasion. It was a good…
Bill Sherlock, R.I.P. Daddy (we called him Bill most of the time!) died today, March 13th, at 1pm. About twelve hours earlier, as I sat by his bed with my niece and cousin, I typed some words into my phone – trying to capture how I felt and hold on…
Ralph Phelps in a sermon entitled “How to Worry” tells about the clock that had a nervous breakdown. A new clock placed on the shelf was ticking two ticks to the second as any good clock should tick. Then it began to calculated how many times it was going to…
