We have been 2 years exactly without him now and though it seems strange to say, I am so very grateful to my dad for leaving us when he did for little did I know my beautiful Órla Rose would depart this earth a short few weeks later.
My dad was my hero and I was very much a ‘daddy’s girl’. I was the one who waited up for him to come home after working late. I was the one who enjoyed getting him his soda stream drinks and making cornbeef and onion sandwiches for him. I was the one who went to mass twice on a Sunday so I could get to hold his hand all to myself when he went to evening mass. I was always the one to go to collect him at the airport with mum when he was on a business trip. I craved his attention and as I got older was desperate to make him proud of me.
He was an odd man my dad, who didn’t like to mix with lots of people and was very particular about who he allowed in his company. He didn’t suffer fools gladly and those who didn’t know him may think he was rude and ignorant but for those of us he let into his world knew that he had one of the biggest hearts a person could have. He loved his family and life for him was about his mum & dad, his wife and his 3 children and his grandchildren as the years went on.
No problem was ever too big for my dad I always knew he would try and fix everything for me to the best of his ability. As I got older my dad became my confidante, my advisor, my councellor and one of my closest friends and I looked forward to our Friday night chats over a few drinks putting the world to rights.
He was diagnosed a short time earlier himself with pulmonary fibrosis and set about starting a healthy regime and indeed for two years we were all fooled into believing that it might just be ok. It was not to be, in Jan 2014 my dad was taken into hospital with what we believed was odema but turned out to be heart failure. He spent 2 very long weeks in hospital being poked and prodded and then came home to spend the next few weeks being cared for by myself and my mum.
During this time myself & Órla moved in to my mum and dads house to help and both dad & Órla could be heard coughing away both asking how the other was. On 22nd March dads journey ended and almost immediately Órla’s health deteriorated so my mum came to live with me to help care for her. On 16th June Órla lost her battle and joined my dad in heaven.
It was only then that the full realisation sank in for mum & myself that they had both gone. My one huge comfort was knowing that my dad was there to meet my daughter when she passed over and knowing she is with him still gives me great comfort.
Till we meet again