Goodbye to a good man
We tossed down shots of Bushmill's, sitting together in the kitchen after the memorial service. Seemed like a fitting tribute to a Maguire who'd been a friend for forty years.
"To Kevin!"
One of his sons described him as "A good man." Can't ask for much more than that, in my book. Another played what I can only describe as a hauntingly beautiful Irish song on the tin whistle.
Death brought together friends and relatives who we haven't seen for twenty years or more. It's a cruel but effective reminder that there are more important things than work and soccer games and to-do lists. We made time to be together. It's a wonderful thing, but the price is so damn high.
