Love always triumphs over hate.So it transpired in Dunderry today and yesterday ,when the blessings of the graves in the graveyard was split over the Vigil Mass last evening and again at 11.00 a.m.this morning.This was in response to the huge crowd that turned up last year,when many couldn't gain admission to the Church.The Church was full to capacity on both occasions and the gridlock I refer arose when the huge crowds attempted to leave the cemetery at the same time on both occasions.With everybody displaying extreme politeness the traffic took some time to disperse.And no body was complaining.
This gridlock makes a complete change from the eerie silence that pertains most evenings in the main and only street in Dunderry ,which is a direct result of the scandalous policies of the fir breaga and circle of hate clients that are doing their damnest to suck the will to live from rural and small town Ireland. Between attacking our religion at every hands turn and driving us into economic meltdown they hope to break us.No surprise therefor to see some Government Ministers cosying up to their communist brethren abroad. They hope to realise their desire of leaving us all destitute ,financially and spiritually and qualify us for the classic definition of a communist,that is a "fella who has s.f .a and wishes to share it with everyone."
Such a good natured crowd on such a catholic and spiritual occasion lends the lie to our supposed secularism and shows that when all is said and done we respect our ancestors and our deceased friends and neighbours and firmly believe in the afterlife.
Everybody was turned out in their Sunday clothes and friends and neighbours who hadn't met for a while newed friendships.Those raw from recent family bereavements shed a few well deserved tears and those with more distant memories thought their thoughts and relived their memories .And prayed for God's mercy.
My mind was in "reprise mode "the whole weekend and I dredged up the most nostalgic of memories.All in all I wouldn't have missed a single moment of what I went through with those in the village of the dead.And I resolved to make the most of what has yet to come.My mother used say"Live your dreams ,while you can ".She was on the button there.
My uncle Tommy is twenty years dead and the realisation led me to realise the accuracy of the phrase "Tempus Fugit".It really does.We should all make the best of the time we have left.
There are great people around here.The grave of Mc Keown the Tramp was well tended ,although the writing on the headstone is fading.Much like the grave of my own people.To be rectified before too long. A thought .,Maybe a fitting tribute to him might be "where's his companion Mam?"
To the recently bereaved Daltons (Paul ),Coffeys (Nora) and Goughs (Nell ),who are still very raw the grace of God .
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