He stood 6 feet 6 inches tall but was a gentle man. He came from Ireland in the 1940’s yet he fought for the United States during the war. He married and had ten children. He worked hard, ten to fourteen hours a day to feed his family and to put his children through school and college. Yet, he never complained “No one would listen anyway” he would say. “You do what you have to do and that’s all you can do” was his favorite expression. He was married over sixty years to a woman with a heart of gold and the strength to bring up their ten children together. Through the years he worked long hours and he and his wife watched his children grow and marry. Their home was filled with happiness and love. Suddenly it all came to a stop – the gentle giant had a massive stroke on his left side. Therapy was extensive and gave him hope. When another stroke survivor called him, his response was ‘welcome to the club girl and don’t let it get you down just work hard and never give up.’ As the years passed he became weaker. We lost the gentle, hard working father and friend this week after a nine-year struggle with his stroke. He was 93 years old and fought everyday to salvage his body from his stroke.
‘ just work hard and never give up.’