Billy Keane: Suzie - the saint with attitude, a sense of fun and an orphanage
THE old nun was in a half- way house somewhere between this world and the next. She was tiny, wrinkled and feeble. Somehow you felt her body was only a frame for a forever spirit but she had the bright eyes of the young girl who left her home in north Kerry so many years ago.
She was an O'Shea herself from near Lisselton. Her nun's name and her order I cannot remember. The sister used to bring my mother little carved elephants. We still have them.
There she would be sipping her orange in our bar. Dressed in her sky-blue nun's gown, smiling serenely, and enjoying the treat. She found an inner peace only the good can reach.