End of an era...

Today I attended the funeral of my great Aunt Bridgie. She was 95. She drove up until a few days before her death. An amazing woman very involved in her community. For her nintiety birthday the whole family clubbed together to give her a ride on mower which she used weekly to trim the grass.
It was amazing to see aunts and uncles, cousins and second cousins all gathered today to celebrate this womans life. Always a bitter sweet occasion that brings you closer to family and extended family.
Sad that she is gone, she died well if that can be said.

My youngest memories of her and her sister involve bright yellow sponge cakes for tea – they kept their own hens, playing cards in the front room and a stuffed pheasant in the hall way underneath the coat stand. The garden was a big long stretch of green cut grass that was great fun to run and play on.

Her death ends my extended families involvement in that part of Dublin, marking 120 years or so. It has made me want to capture everyones thoughts, stories, historic items, memories, photographs and document my families social history in that area. It would be a big project but one I’d really like to do as a way to mark her life and her sister kathleen’s life (RIP 2006).

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From a headstone in Ireland

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