McSHARRY, Bryan

McSHARRY - Bryan, truly loved husband and father, First Anniversary, August 25, 2024. Adriana, Amber, Lauren, Charlotte and Gracie May would like to sincerely thank all our friends and family for their wonderful support and kindness over the last year since Bryan left us. Everyone’s compassion and unconditional love has enveloped us and there were days where it would have been impossible to continue without it. Thank you to everyone, far and near, you know who you are, for being so selfless and generous taking time from your busy lives to support us in your own unique way. It has been a true gift to us, the immense power of human kindness. Bryan’s love is in our hearts, we miss him every moment of every day.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there,

a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

By W.B. Yeats