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Death Of Bernie Donnelly, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death today, Monday 23st December 2024, of Mrs Bernie Donnelly (née McLoughlin), No. 93 Childers Park, Thurles, Co. Tipperary, and formerly of Ballinira, Drombane, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

Pre-deceased by her husband Tom, sons Tony and JJ; the passing of Mrs Donnelly is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; sons Mixie and Ger, daughters Linda, Paula, Fiona, Maria, Teresa and Bridann, grandchildren, great grandchildren, sons-in law, brothers Sean and Austin, sisters Win, Kay, Phil, Patricia and Noreen, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mrs Donnelly will repose at her home (E41 FP52) on Thursday afternoon, 26th December from 4:00pm until 7:00pm same evening.
Her funeral cortège will be received into the nearby Church of St Joseph and St Brigid, Bothar-na-Naomh, Thurles, on Friday morning at 11:30am, to further repose for funeral Mass at 12:00 noon, followed by interment, immediately afterwards in Kilvalure Cemetery, Drombane, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

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

The extended Donnelly and McLoughlin 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.

Song For Christmas – Poem By Tom Ryan.

Song For Christmas. ©

Not all the gifts in bright lit windows,
In all the Christmas shops in town,
Shall I now choose,
But prefer to sit in silence and reflect,
On the joy you are to me .
There is no present you can buy,
Though you parcel up creation,
That will bring more sparkle to my eye
Than the love I have for you.
I sing sweet carols under the stars
And hymns by the Milky Way,
And I am happy wandering,
In dreams, to gently touch
Your hand, your face, your eyes,your soul.
And, contemplating bliss, a kiss,
There is no happy Christmas if there is not this.

END.

Tom Ryan,”Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

Merry Christmas From Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

The song “Melancholy Christmas” is a song about isolation and loneliness during the Christmas holiday season and highlights the need for connection with those living alone.

Melancholy Christmas.

Lyrics: American singer-songwriter and musician Amy Lee Grant and record producer, singer/songwriter, Marshall Noah Altman.
Vocals: Amy Lee Grant.

Melancholy Christmas.

I post another picture from the quiet of my room,
And wonder who’ll like it and wonder what to do,
With the rest of tonight and tomorrow tonight too.
Christmas is coming soon.
Coming soon.
Maybe I’ll call up some friends, just to see if they’re home.
I don’t want to feel lonely, but I’m here alone,
And the snow falls down.
Coming down. (Merry Christmas).
You could come over, (Merry Christmas).
It’s not too late, (Merry Christmas).
Don’t worry ’bout presents, (Merry Christmas).
I’ve saved you a place, (Merry Christmas).
Light a few candles, (Merry Christmas).
And sing Christmas songs, (Merry Christmas).
Everybody, (Merry Christmas).
Needs a place to belong, (Merry Christmas).
It’s Christmas, (Merry Christmas).
If you feel lonely, (Merry Christmas).
I feel it too, (Merry Christmas).
If nobody’s said it, (Merry Christmas).
I’m wishing you, (Merry Christmas).
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

END

Death Of Séan Cahill, Gooldscross, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death yesterday, Saturday 21st December 2024, of Mr Séan Cahill, Ballymore, Gooldscross, Co. Tipperary.

Predeceased by his parents Jack and Johanna Cahill and his sister Peggy O’Sullivan; Mr Cahill, sadly, passed away unexpectedly at his place of ordinary residence.

His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; brother Tommy, nieces Kay and Trisha, nephews John and Damien, grandnieces, grandnephew, extended relatives, good neighbours and friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mr Cahill will repose at Haye’s Funeral Home, Clonoulty, Co. Tipperary on Friday afternoon, December 27th, from 5:30pm until 7:00pm same evening.
His remains will be received into the Church of St John the Baptist, Clonoulty, to further repose for Requiem Mass on Saturday morning at 11:30am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards in Cormac’s Cemetery, Wallers Lot, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.

The extended Cahill 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.

A Song For A Sunday.

According to the Irish Govrnment: You are considered homeless if one of the following applies to you:-

  • There is no accommodation available that you and any other person who normally lives with you, can reasonably stay in.
  • You are living in a hospital, county home, night shelter or other such institution, and you are living there because you have no suitable accommodation.
  • You are unable to provide accommodation from your own resources.

In general, you may be considered homeless if you are:-

  • Sleeping rough.
  • Staying in an emergency hostel or refuge.
  • Staying in bed and breakfast or hotel accommodation on a temporary basis.
  • Staying temporarily with friends or family because you have nowhere else to go.
  • Squatting (occupying a building illegally)

While our current Taoiseach and Minister for Foreign Affairs, perceive themselves as global statesmen striding the universe, 14,303 individuals accessed emergency accommodation nationally in June 2024 – an increase of 144 (1%) on May 2024.

The Fountain.

Lyrics: American country singer/songwriter Mitch Rossell.
Vocals: Mitch Rossell [Third place finisher in Season 18 of America’s Got Talent.]

Please read the lyrics hereunder.

The Fountain.

My name is James Lee Roberts, and I think I’m 36,
But it’s hard to keep track of the days when you live a life like this.
I look for ways to eat and a place to sleep when it gets dark,
But I spend most of my time on this bench here in the park.
And every day is different, but as long as it don’t rain,
There’s a fountain with an angel where strangers bring their change.
They stand there for a minute, some even close their eyes,
And right off of their fingertips they let their wishes fly.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while.
So I wonder how long wishes have to sit there at the bottom,
Before the chance of coming true passes by.
Cars and clothes and money, and houses on a hill,
Faith and love and happiness, and broken hearts to heal.
Every dream is different, but every dreamer is the same,
We’re all in search of something that a little change can bring.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while,
So I wonder how long wishes have to sit there at the bottom,
Before the chance of coming true passes by.
And I can’t help but think as they sink in the water,
That if you add ’em up it’d get me through at least a little while.
Oh but if I made a wish to get my life out of rock bottom,
I wouldn’t want somebody taking mine.
My name is James Lee Roberts, and I think I’m 36
But it’s hard to keep track of the days when you live a life like this.

END

According to the 2022 census, there are 163,433 vacant homes in Ireland, of which 48,000 have been empty since 2016.