Condolence Book for
Eileen KEENA
(née Nolan)
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A guiding light in our life went out this very day one year ago. And it feels like we have been stumbling around in the dark ever since. But thats not what Eileen wanted for us, she loved life and i remember how she would open all the windows to let in the light,breath in fresh air & listen to the sounds of nature (especially the birds). So in Eileen's honor today & every other day we should embrace the wonders of this life and take comfort knowing that this was her wish for those she loved. Be thankful that she was with us for so long x
Happy birthday Eileen on your first away from us, how strange the world is without you in it, how sad not to be able to give you big birthday hugs on your special day. lets not forget the presents, you always gave out to us for spending our money on you but hey you treasured them all the same. We had lunch in your honor yesterday in Bewleys but not at your round table but as near as we could get and we all held back the tears as best we could because that was a happy place where we shared some great laughs over the years, such treasured memories should never fade. love, hugs and kisses, missing you always mam x
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Sincerest sympathy to all of the Keena and extended families at this sad time.
May she rest in peace.
May she rest in peace.
Eileen you were an inspiration, you embraced all of the gifts and challenges throughout your life journey with grace and dignity. Your smiles and laughter brought happiness to many. You will be missed but earths loss is heavens gain.
Safe journey home x
Safe journey home x
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