Jerry Forde

In the quiet of St Mary's his remains at rest forever from his first homeplace less than three miles away
He would not have been many years with sixty that is not old in the Human World of today
In an age when many live into their eighties most of those in their early sixties are not expecting for to die
But that the lives of the young and the old are at the whim of the Reaper is a fact of life and facts do never lie

Jerry was the youngest and the last of the Fordes for to live in Direen on the Clara road going out of Millstreet Town
I knew him as a boy and in his prime years as a handsome chap his hair was darkish brown
A quietly spoken man he liked his guinness he could drink with the best of them all night
Yet he was the same Jerry drunk or sober i never once did see him in a fight

In time like many he took leave of Millstreet for to see some of the bigger World out there
It is said about the people of Duhallow that one from there one could meet anywhere
He left the old home within view of Clara none of his kindred in Direen today
But he had great nostalgia for the Hometown and now in View of Cashman's Hill his bones do lay.

He did not live to be a very old man in human terms sixty years not a long span
The last of the Fordes for to be born in Direen the Fordes of Millstreet are a well known clan
One can only hope the end for him was painless so many known to die in agony
He will be missed by most of those who did know of him and sadly missed by his friends and family.