'World is duller without our mad mum'
Published 10/06/2011 | 05:00
THE daughter of a retired racehorse trainer yesterday paid an emotional tribute to her mother, who died after a horse kicked her.
Mourners packed the historic courtyard of St Brigid's Cathedral in Kildare town for the funeral Mass of Sue Doyle (59).
Isabella 'Bella' Doyle and her sister, Horse Racing Ireland PR manager, Tamerisk 'Tamso' Doyle, wrote an 'Ode To Our Mad Mother' which Bella read out during the service.
Among those who attended were businessman John Magnier and former Finance Minister Charlie McCreevy, who described Mrs Doyle as a "very lovely" woman and "more than a character".
Mrs Doyle was attending to a horse on Saturday evening when tragedy struck. She was rushed to James Connolly Memorial Hospital in Blanchardstown, Dublin, but was pronounced dead at 10.10pm.
In their tribute the Doyle daughters described their mother's unique sense of style and her love of horse racing. "I think your racing career is the one you hold most dear. Patent Slipper got the show on the road, to him much is owed. Snappy Dresser was well named as mum's style was truly famed."
Mrs Doyle, who was born in England, was due to turn 60 on June 17.
Revd Dr John Harsden described how Mrs Doyle attended fine art college but was a "free spirit" who went off on a pony one day to the Isle of Wight. She sold the pony for a ticket to sail to Malta with friends shortly after she arrived.
During her travels, she made friends with an Irish woman who invited her to Galway.
Mrs Doyle's passion in showjumping, cross-country and dressage came to the fore in Ireland -- where she met her future husband, Paul Doyle.
The pair had two children: Tamso and Bella. However, Paul died tragically in 1986, leaving Sue with a young family and a large equine business to run.
Mourners heard how Sue was a woman of many talents -- a writer, an illustrator, a conservationist and a horse trainer.
Her heartbroken daughter Tamso said the world would be a "duller place" without her.
An Ode to Our Mad Mother
An ode to our mad mother.
We would have no other,
You thought we didn't know
But we had a sneak peak at
your passport page!
Never one to bend to a fashion trend,
Her eccentric style would have some
run a mile!
Trying to keep our fear at bay,
what would mum turn up on
A canary yellow all-in-one,
Tights in every colour
under the sun
Much to our teachers' frustration
Mum believed in a broader education!
From all corners of the world
the Doyles could always be heard,
Tooting and fluting, violining
I must confess it all started in
But too vain to trot around the
Straight to first ridden where
it couldn't be hidden,
Our little feet could barely pass
the saddle seat.
It must have been tormenting
when we were eventing,
From Blarney to Necarne
without much alarm.
I think your racing career is
the one you hold most dear.
Patent Slipper got the show on
To him much is owed.
Snappy Dresser was well named
As Mum's style was truly famed.
One memory that could never diminish
was Bold Jessie's
But never one to look back
You decided to give another
few careers a crack!
or other...Muesili maker, sculptor
and scholar, and not forgetting
all those PhDs if you please!
You often show us up,
Dancing til the sun comes up!
So here's to you young at heart
You've been a true inspiration
from the start.
By Izabella and Tamso Doyle