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Death Of John O’Dwyer Thurlesbeg, Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, today Monday 9th September 2024, of Mr John O’Dwyer Thurlesbeg, Boherlahan, Co. Tipperary.

In his 92nd year and pre-deceased by his parents Tommy and Mary and sister Mary Monica; Mr O’Dwyer passed away peacefully, while in the care of staff at Tipperary University Hospital, Clonmel; surrounded by his loving family.

His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; wife Kathleen, daughters Maureen (Piltown) and Catherine Gallagher (Mooncoin), sons Tommy and Mike (Mooncoin), daughter-in-law Mary, son-in-law John, grandchildren Eoin, Sara, Alan, Brian, Rory, Niall, Saoirse and Sean, great-grandchildren Sophie, Aoife, Hayleigh, Harper, M.J. and Páidí, sisters-in-law, brother-in-law, extended relatives, wonderful neighbours and friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mr O’Dwyer will repose at Devitt’s Funeral Home, The Green, Cashel, Co. Tipperary on tomorrow afternoon, Tuesday September 10th, from 5:30pm until 7:30pm same evening.
His remains will be received into the Church of the Immaculate Conception, Nodstown, Boherlahan, Co. Tipperary, on Wednesday morning, September 11th, to further repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in the adjoining graveyard.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mr O’Dwyer, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.

The extended O’Dwyer family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.

Note Please: Family flowers only.

Death Of Sr. Eileen Dwyer, Formerly Of Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, on Monday 2nd September 2024, of Sr. Eileen Dwyer, Convent of Mercy, Christchurch, New Zealand, and formerly of Drombane, Thurles, Co. Tipperary and Tonga Islands, Polynesia.

Pre-deceased by her parents Daniel and Elizabeth, sisters May (Kennedy), Bridget (Comerford), brothers Jimmy, Johnny and Tommy; Sr. Eileen passed away peacefully at Nazareth House, Christchurch, New Zealand.

Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; sister-in-law Bernie (Dwyer), nieces, nephews, grand nieces, grand nephews, her great-grand-niece and great-grand-nephew, her Mercy Convent Community, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Sr. Eileen will repose for Requiem Mass at Nazareth House, 220 Brougham Street, Sydenham, Christchurch 8023, New Zealand, on Tuesday next, September 10th, at 1:30pm (New Zealand time), followed by internment at Waimairi Cemetery, Grahams Road, Christchurch, New Zealand.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Sr. Eileen. same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.
(NOTE: The livestream will remain live for a period of time following the interment of Sr. Eileen.)

A Memorial Mass will be celebrated in the Church of St Mary, Drombane, Thurles, Co. Tipperary on Saturday evening, September 28th, at 6.30pm.
For those persons who are unable to attend the Memorial Mass for Sr. Eileen, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.

The extended Dwyer family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.

Death Of Marie Heffernan, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, yesterday Saturday 7th September 2024, of Mrs Marie Heffernan (née Dee), Church View, Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

Pre-deceased by her parents Paddy and Tess, brothers Davy and John and sister Geraldine; Mrs Heffernan passed away peacefully, at her place of residence, surrounded by her loving family, following a long illness most bravely borne.

Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; devoted husband Tom, sons Mark, Brian and Padraig, adored grandchildren Niamh, Darragh, Róisín, Tríona, Sadhbh, Aóibhín and Saoirse, daughters-in-law Sinead, Karan and Aisling, sisters Rita and Teresa (Cooke), nephews, nieces, brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, close friend Bridgie, relatives, neighbours and a wide circle of friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mrs Heffernan will repose in Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home, Slievenamon Road, Thurles [E41 CP59], on tomorrow afternoon, Monday September 9th, from 4:30pm to 7:00pm, before arriving at the Church of Our Lady and St Kevin, Littleton, Thurles, at 8:00pm, same evening.
Requiem Mass for Mrs Heffernan will be celebrated on Tuesday morning, September 10th, at 11:00am, followed by interment immediately afterwards in St Peter’s cemetery, Moycarkey, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Heffernan, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.

The extended Heffernan and Dee families wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.

Note Please: Donations if desired to Milford Home Care.

A Song For A Sunday.

Is This The World We Created… ?

Lyrics and Cords: English musician, songwriter, record producer, animal rights activist and astrophysics Sir Brian Harold May (CBE) and British pianist, songwriter, singer, and lead vocalist in the rock band “Queen” Freddie Mercury.
Vocals: British rock band “Queen” with lead vocals Freddie Mercury.

Is This The World We Created… ?

Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed.
Take a look at all the suffering we breed.
So many lonely faces scattered all around,
Searching for what they need.
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded,
Against the law?
So it seems in the end,
Is this what we’re all living for today?
The world that we created.
You know that every day a helpless child is born.
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home.
Somewhere, a wealthy man is sitting on his throne,
Waiting for life to go by.
Oh-oh, is this the world we created?
We made it on our own.
Is this the world we devasted, right to the bone?
If there’s a God in the sky, looking down,
What can he think of what we’ve done,
To the world that He created?

END.

Still I Rise.

“Still I Rise”

A poem by the late great American acclaimed poet; storyteller; fry cook; street-car conductor; professional dancer; prostitute and lesbian madam; film director; nightclub performer; civil rights activist; playwright; autobiographer and professor of American studies at Wake Forest University, Dr Maya Angelou, [Latter born Marguerite Annie Johnson].

The late Dr Maya Angelou, (1928 – 2014).

“Still I Rise”

You may write me down in history,
With your bitter, twisted lies.
You may tread me in the very dirt,
But still, like dust, I rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk as if I have oil wells,
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t take it so hard,
‘Just cause I laugh as if I have gold mines,
Diggin’in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your lies,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But like life, I rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise,
That I dance as if I have diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame,
I rise.
Up from a past rooted in pain,
I rise.
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling bearing in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak miraculously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the hope and the dream of the slave.
And so, I rise.

END.