Our Mum let go of life peacefully on Easter Saturday just before midnight. She’d had a hard enough time of it health-wise over the past few years, so it was a blessing really that she has continued her life’s journey to join her beloved parents, two brothers Colm and Brendan as well as her sister Phil – she was a long time missing them.
We’ll miss her terribly though, you never really are quite prepared, now are you?
The ceremonies over the past few days to send her safely on her way were just lovely and included my Dad, all us girls, my brother, Auntie Ita (the wise one), English & Irish grandkids and her three god-children.
At the very end of the funeral mass, my sister Sinead read out our Mum’s favourite poem – Lake Isle of Innisfree.
Yeats wrote this poem while in London, lonesome for the small island of Innisfree in Co Sligo, where he spent his childhood summers. And for you movie buffs, it also served as the genesis for John Ford’s famous movie The Quiet Man. The poem recounts Yeats’ hope to return to Innisfree because of the peace and quiet it affords.
Very apt in these circumstances. I hear the island of Innisfree is indeed heavenly.
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 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.
– W.B. Yeats
Rest In Peace Mum.