Day: June 12, 2023

Jeremiah (Jerry) Reardon, Drishane Road, Millstreet

The death has occurred of Jeremiah (Jerry) Reardon, Drishane Road, Millstreet, Co. Cork.

On June 12th 2023, peacefully in the Bon Secours Hospital, Cork. Dearly loved husband of Mary (Kissane) and much loved father of Aida, Liam, Eimear, Donagh and Caragh. Sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his wife, children, grandchildren, sons-in-law, daughter-in-law, extended family and friends.

May he Rest In Peace

Lying in repose at Tarrant’s funeral home, Millstreet on Tuesday from 6pm followed by removal at 8pm to St. Patrick’s Church, Millstreet. Requiem Mass on Wednesday at 11am. Burial afterwards in St. Mary’s Cemetery, Millstreet.

Funeral Mass will be live streamed on http://www.churchservices.tv/millstreet

House private.

Messages of sympathy can be left on the condolence link HERE.

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The Mountain 

The Mountain 
The mountain braces the horizon with a stoic impression that stirs my imagination and senses. How could I be so far away yet have such a felt sense of presence and belonging?  The undulation of its form has been a constant due north of my internal compass, firmly imprinted on my mind and the bedrock of many stories that moulded my paternal lineage.
Its craggy terrains and sweeping valleys play host to formidable sheep confronting my presence should I interrupt their ramblings.  Golden amber hues married with bursts of vibrant heather brace the cold ground whilst streams of mountain water forge their impression on the course landscape a bold yet subtle nod to life.
An isolated farm stimulating the query of man’s ability to live in a seemingly harsh environment, and how many ancestors had walked this stoney ground before? My quiet contemplation is enveloped with bellowing mountain air sweeping and coursing my body and mind, taking with it the need for thought.  Looking out over Mushera’s vast expanse I listen for the sounds of my people and their distant musings, when a quiet voice stirs inside me and whispers, ‘I am home’.
My father and his family are natives of Aubane and I was inspired by my connection to the land and my summers there as a child.