Condolence Book for
Lynda COLLINS
(née O'Brien)
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What lovely children who didnt deserve this tragedy
My heartfelt sadness at your tragic loss. My thoughts are with your whole family and especially Lynda's children. While I did not know Lynda I remember with fondness her sister Emer from my school days.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the family at this most tragic time.
An Awful tragedy. My prayers and thoughts are with all the family. R.I.P
You are in our thoughts and prayers.
I remember Lynda from our school days in Muckross Park. Saddened to hear of the accident and send my deepest sympathies to all her family during this time and in the days ahead.
My thoughts and prayers are with the family at this very sad time. I do not know the family but work very close to Waterloo Road and was deeply saddened to hear that someone had been killed.
I am truly saddened to hear of Lynda's untimely death and cannot even imagine the loss that you are feeling at present. I remember Lynda from our time in Trinity and again while training to be an Accountant. She was always a lively person and had a major joie de vivre. Please accept my deepest condolences. You are all in my thoughts and prayers at this time and hope that in time that you will be given consolation in knowing that she touched many lives. May she be in heaven and may she rest in peace.
Fiona Traynor
Fiona Traynor
Very sorry to read what happened. Life makes no sense sometimes. God be with you all at this time.
I’ll never forget our Trinity days, Lynda. RIP
From Noelle McElhatton, classmate, Trinity College, 1982-86
Dearest Lynda. I can’t believe I’m writing this tribute, that after this random, awful accident you’ve left us so soon. Why was someone so full of zest and get-go only granted half a life?
But what a life.
You were a challenging, fun, high octane kinda gal - stuff always happened when you were around. You hated the ‘deep’ conversations we were so fond of in our late teens and early twenties while at Trinity, wanting instead to get things done rather than sit and moan.
I vividly remember the moment we first met - in hindsight, in pretty uncomfortable circumstances – in our shared dormitory in a women’s residence in Odenwald, Germany.
About 100 Trinity students had gone there to earn some cash (few university grants back in 1984) working in a fruit canning factory. The strong handshake, the challenging gaze, the ‘hi, I’m Linda’ greeting – we worked out pretty quickly that you were a politician’s daughter, a natural born leader who would never take no for an answer. Turned out we were cell mates, having to share a bunk bed for four months. Got to know each other pretty well!
You were such a life force that summer of ‘84 – amidst grim factory work, hard partying and then an Inter-rail jaunt across Europe with you, Maura, Fionnualla and Brid I’ll never forget - and for the remaining years in Trinity after.
I recall a stylish student with a sartorial touch here and there that made you stand out (you, like me had an older, working sister to ‘borrow’ from). You never wanted for a Trinity Ball partner – I seem to remember there being lots of suitors you had to juggle (before you’d met Richard, of course).
We lost touch when I went to the UK but then we (Maura Leen and others) bumped into you in a restaurant off Grafton street. You’d just got engaged to this tennis hunk Richard Collins and (typical!) examined all our hands to see if we’d made any progress ourselves on that score (we hadn’t). ‘Let’s rekindle our friendship,’ you said, in that forthright manner, and we did.
There was never a dull moment. Your high-flying career in ESB – boy, you were young when you scaled those heights - left us all standing in your wake. I was always struck by your can-do decisiveness and sharp instincts about business and property.
This was balanced with true devotion to your growing family, who became the epicentre of your life. And what a generous spirit you had: though you scaled back your career to raise Georgia, Robert and Juliana, you were so proud of younger sisters Michelle, Emer and Cathy as they forged theirs.
When you and Georgia came to London on a girls’ trip about six years ago, we hit those shops and museums hard. Georgia could have been your little sister – such was your relaxed and loving relationship.
Richard, Georgia, Robert, Juliana, your parents and siblings – we can only imagine what you are going through now.
A short but very full life, Lynda. You could never be down for long when you were around. Thankfully we have a bank of memories that can never be exhausted.
From Noelle McElhatton, classmate, Trinity College, 1982-86
Dearest Lynda. I can’t believe I’m writing this tribute, that after this random, awful accident you’ve left us so soon. Why was someone so full of zest and get-go only granted half a life?
But what a life.
You were a challenging, fun, high octane kinda gal - stuff always happened when you were around. You hated the ‘deep’ conversations we were so fond of in our late teens and early twenties while at Trinity, wanting instead to get things done rather than sit and moan.
I vividly remember the moment we first met - in hindsight, in pretty uncomfortable circumstances – in our shared dormitory in a women’s residence in Odenwald, Germany.
About 100 Trinity students had gone there to earn some cash (few university grants back in 1984) working in a fruit canning factory. The strong handshake, the challenging gaze, the ‘hi, I’m Linda’ greeting – we worked out pretty quickly that you were a politician’s daughter, a natural born leader who would never take no for an answer. Turned out we were cell mates, having to share a bunk bed for four months. Got to know each other pretty well!
You were such a life force that summer of ‘84 – amidst grim factory work, hard partying and then an Inter-rail jaunt across Europe with you, Maura, Fionnualla and Brid I’ll never forget - and for the remaining years in Trinity after.
I recall a stylish student with a sartorial touch here and there that made you stand out (you, like me had an older, working sister to ‘borrow’ from). You never wanted for a Trinity Ball partner – I seem to remember there being lots of suitors you had to juggle (before you’d met Richard, of course).
We lost touch when I went to the UK but then we (Maura Leen and others) bumped into you in a restaurant off Grafton street. You’d just got engaged to this tennis hunk Richard Collins and (typical!) examined all our hands to see if we’d made any progress ourselves on that score (we hadn’t). ‘Let’s rekindle our friendship,’ you said, in that forthright manner, and we did.
There was never a dull moment. Your high-flying career in ESB – boy, you were young when you scaled those heights - left us all standing in your wake. I was always struck by your can-do decisiveness and sharp instincts about business and property.
This was balanced with true devotion to your growing family, who became the epicentre of your life. And what a generous spirit you had: though you scaled back your career to raise Georgia, Robert and Juliana, you were so proud of younger sisters Michelle, Emer and Cathy as they forged theirs.
When you and Georgia came to London on a girls’ trip about six years ago, we hit those shops and museums hard. Georgia could have been your little sister – such was your relaxed and loving relationship.
Richard, Georgia, Robert, Juliana, your parents and siblings – we can only imagine what you are going through now.
A short but very full life, Lynda. You could never be down for long when you were around. Thankfully we have a bank of memories that can never be exhausted.
We are very saddened to hear about Lynda. Although I never met her I know she was a wonderful person. Brian speaks very fondly of her. Her husband, children and the entire O'Brien family will be in our thoughts and prayers.
Most tragic and dreadfully sad, a young life stolen....there will be an angel forever more on each of your shoulders to mind you all. Though we did not know you, so many peoples thoughts are with you all. God Bless. Mum at Roberts school.
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