God looked around His garden And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best .
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone, For part of us went with you
The day God called you home
Today we are here to say good bye and to let go of a husband, a father and a grandfather
Michael was born in 1924 in the green fields of Ireland near Carrig Castle Kilmacthomas, spending his youth of the on the small family small holding.
Yet it was with grit and determination that at the age of 24 in 1948 he came over here to start a new, at Pencots there he met and fell in love with Joan Treen marrying in 1957.
Together they came to live in Bury a year they became parents as Joan had a daughter Margaret, and then in 1963 a son Shaun complemented this happy family.
He took a job at Olives paper mill first as a Machine man then later on the effluent plant until 1987 but leaving work didn’t
mean retirement in anyway far from it, his Irish roots never left him and many was the day he would come home his bike weighted down with the food he had grown on one of his many allotments
As the years past Joan and he grew older and happier, his role changed from that of father to grandfather first in 1981, 1983 and finally in 1998 each time he became the teller of tails to his wide eyed grandsons
And yet sadly and peacefully came death came for him as it will come to us all but today we shall take souls and reflex in the memories we have of this for death does not end a life for as long as we remember him and share our memories he will live forever with us.