It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, on Sunday 25th of January 2026, of Mr Hanibal Ramos, (Dew Valley Foods Ltd), Ormond Flats, Friar Street, Thurles, Co. Tipperary and formerly of the Philippines.
Pre-deceased by his father Martin; Mr Forrestall passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family, while in the care of staff at University Hospital, Waterford.
His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; loving and heartbroken daughter Chloe and her partner Danny, mother Lizzie, sister Margaret, brother-in-law M.J., nephew Bobby, niece Bella, Chloe’s mum Ann, uncles, aunts, extended relatives, neighbours, work colleagues at Pierce Kavanagh and sons Urlingford and a wide circle of friends.
For those persons who would wish to attend Requiem Mass for Mr Forrestall, but for reasons cannot, same can be viewed streamed live online, [Link to Follow].
The extended Forrestall 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.
Donovan’s ‘Hitchhiking Song’ – “To Try for the Sun“.
Donovan’s “To Try for the Sun” doesn’t come roaring in with big declarations, rather it arrives quietly, carrying the kind of determination you only really notice when it stays with you.
Released in the US in January 1966, the single backed with “Turquoise,” gives us a song that feels like a soft-spoken pledge, “Keep moving, even when there’s no proof the road will lead you anywhere”.
To Try for the Sun.
Donovan Phillips Leitch.
Lyrics and Vocals: Scottish musician, songwriter and record producer, Donovan Phillips Leitch, known mononymously as Donovan.
To Try for the Sun.
We stood in the windy city, the gypsy boy and I. We slept on the breeze in the midnight with the raindrops and tears in our eyes. And who’s going to be the one they say it was no good what we done? I dare a man to say I’m too young for I’m going to try for the sun. We huddled in a derelict building and when he thought I was asleep, He laid his poor coat round my shoulder, and shivered there beside me in a heap. And who’s going to be the one, that says it was no good what we done? I dare a man to say I’m too young for I’m going to try for the sun. We sang and cracked the sky with laughter, our breath turned to mist in the cold. Our years put together count to thirty, but our eyes told the dawn we were old. And who’s going to be the one that says it was no good what we done ? I dare a man to say I’m too young for I’m going to try for the sun. Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky, won’t you look down what’s happening here below? I stand here singing to the flowers, so very few people really know. And who’s going to be the one they says it was no good what we done? I dare a man to say I’m too young, for I’m going to try for the sun. We stood in the windy city, the gypsy boy and I. We slept on the breeze in the midnight, with the raindrops and tears in our eyes. And who’s going to be the one, they say it was no good what we done? I dare a man to say I’m too young for I’m going to try for the sun.
END.
The song is tied to Donovan’s early, uncertain years, around Hatfield, Hertfordshire, U.K., his busking, hitchhiking, sleeping rough at times, and learning how to persist before anything “works out”. Alongside him was close friend and fellow traveller David “Gypsy Dave” Mills, part of the shoestring, unconventional arty style life that fed directly into his earliest writing.
Donovan later described “To Try for the Sun” as essentially a hitchhiking song, and even clarified that its “windy city” isn’t Chicago, it’s Manchester. That detail keeps the track grounded: real roads, real cold air, real miles.
The hitchhiking of the 1970’s for the most part here in Ireland has faded, shaped by reported safety fears, a culture of distrust, and the sheer availibility and convenience of cars and modern travel.
The song’s message still lands, hope without hype, and a simple decision to always keep trying, anyway.
It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, yesterday Wednesday 28th January 2026, of Mrs Nora Sheridan, (née Maher), Killoskehane, Borrisoleigh, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Pre-deceased by her beloved husband John, parents John and Anne, sister Maura (Fanning) and brother Paddy; Mrs Sheridan passed away peacefully surrounded by her loving family, at her place of ordinary residence.
Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; loving daughters Anna (O’Meara) and Maureen, son John, her adored grandchildren, Conor, Aidan, Roisin, Jack, Eoin and Katie, her son-in-law Joe and daughter-in-law Debbie, nephews, nieces, extended relatives, neighbours and many friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The funeral cortège bearing the earthly remains of Mrs Sheridan will be received into St. Mary’s Church, Drom, Templemore, on Saturday morning, January 31st 2026, to repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in the adjoining graveyard.
The extended Sheridan family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time
Pre-deceased by his parents Anthony and Mary and his brother Gerard; Mr Ivors sadly passed away suddenly at his place of ordinary residence, while in the presence of his family.
His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; loving wife Eileen, daughter Lorraine, sons William and Richard, William’s partner Lauren, grandchildren Luke, Ava and Callum, brothers and sisters George, Lynn, John, Geraldine, Veronica, Fionnula, David, Ernie, Leonard, Tommy and Sharon, brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunts, extended relatives, neighbours and a wide circle of friends.
The extended Ivors 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: House private on Saturday morning. Family flowers only. Donations in lieu, if desired, to a charity of your choice.
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