Gone, not forgotten
• It was last Wednesday morning, after hearing on the radio of the sad passing of Aengus Fanning, that I attended the funeral Mass of a close relative in Clonskeagh and, later, the burial in Glasnevin Cemetery.
The day was mild and bright; encouraging the crowd to linger on, while engaged in chat and reminisces of the deceased. In the meantime, my patience was waning; more absorbed in the historic surroundings, soon I was lost in the midst of the thousands of headstones.
Deciphering the varied inscriptions, I made my way through the 124-acre walled estate, home to the graves of 1.2 million people since 1832.