O'CONNOR, Bart
This was published in the following publications on 12.01.2018:
Irish Times
This was published in the following publications on 12.01.2018:
Irish Times
O'CONNOR, Bart, (Kilcoole Co. Wicklow and late of Churchtown, Dublin), January 10, 2018, (peacefully) in his 92nd year. Predeceased by his first wife June and son James. Dearly loved husband and best friend of Carmel and loving father of Margaret, Barbara and Jon and step father of Elma, Robert and Andrea. He will be sadly missed by his grandchildren, extended family and friends. Funeral Mass on Tuesday, January 16 at 10am in St. Patrick's Church, Kilquade Co. Wicklow followed by interment in Kilquade New Cemetery.May he Rest in Peace
O'CONNOR - Bartolomew (Bart) (Kilcoole, Co. Wicklow and DIT Kevin Street) - In Loving Memory of Bart whose Fifth Anniversary occurs at this time. Sadly missed and always remembered
by his loving wife, Carmel, children Margaret, Barbara, Jon, stepchildren Robert, Elma, Andrea and all his grandchildren.
I’d like the memories of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy ties and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those
who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that
I leave when life is done.
- Afterglow
O'CONNOR Bartolomew (Bart) Kilcoole, County Wicklow (formerly of Killarney, Co. Kerry and Churchtown, Co. Dublin) - In Loving Memory of Bart whose second anniversary occurs at this time. Sadly missed and always remembered by his loving wife, Carmel (née Broderick), children Margaret, Barbara and Jon. His stepchildren Robert, Elma and Andrea and all his grandchildren.Away By James Whitcomb Riley
I cannot say and I will not say
That he is dead. - He is just away!
With a cheery smile,
and a wave of the hand
He has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you - O you, who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and
the glad return, - Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here;
And loyal still, as he gave the blows
Of his warrior strength to
his country's foes.
Mild and gentle, as he was brave,
When the sweetest love of
his life he gave
To simple things:
Where the violets grew
Pure as the eyes they were likened to,
The touches of his hands have strayed
As reverently as his lips have prayed;
When the little brown
thrush that harshly chirred
Was dear to him as the mocking-bird;
And he pitied as much as a man in pain
A writhing honey-bee wet with rain.
Think of him still as the same, I say:
He is not dead - he is just away!
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