Because of outdated social mores in my family, the first funeral I attended, as an adult in my early twenties, was an Irish one of someone I’d never met. I was a visitor to a tiny village on the shores of Lough Derg and the place was so small, it was impossible to avoid being swept into sharing the mourning. It was a lesson about life as much as death.
11 July 2018, The Tablet
Irish lessons in death and dying
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