I don't talk about much personal stuff here, but I want to make sure everybody who should hear this news hears it in time, and I can’t comb through 7,500 email addresses looking for individual names of people who knew him.
My father, Richard (Dick) Gough has died suddenly, and unexpectedly, at home (in Nenagh, Co. Tipperary). He ate lunch with the love of his life, my mother Betty, and died before he could have his dessert. (Custard.) He was healthy as a horse, despite his advanced years, so this is a tremendous shock to all of us. Only upside: he went exactly the way he always said he wanted to: “Out like a light. I don’t want to hang around.”
He was a terrific guy, and a great father. I loved him, and I'm going to miss him.
His funeral details:
Reposing on Thursday, February 29th, at Keller's Funeral Home, Nenagh (E45 XO94), from 5pm until 7pm. Funeral arriving on Friday to St. Mary of the Rosary Church, Nenagh (E45 YH29), for Funeral Mass at 11 am, followed by burial in St. Patrick's Rock Burial Ground, Cashel, arriving at 2.15 approx. Dick's Funeral Mass can be viewed on
http://nenaghparish.ie
For people that don’t know my dad or Nenagh, or Cashel, but are curious: Yes, that’s the same church Shane McGowan’s funeral was recently held in. It’s our local (as it was Shane’s). Yes, dad is being buried on the Rock of Cashel, where his mother, grandmother, great-grandfather et al are buried. If you are coming, dress warm and wear sturdy, waterproof shoes, it’s going to be wet and windy up there.
He was a hell of a guy.
Ní bheidh a leithéid ann arís.
Further information, condolences, etc, here:
https://rip.ie/death-notice/richard-dick-gough-tipperary-nenagh-547893
Now, go talk to someone you love. Remember that it can all blow away in a moment – it will all blow away in a moment, for every relationship you have, and you have no idea when that moment will be – and you will never get a chance to speak to them again. N. E. V. E. R. Don’t leave the stuff that matters unsaid; or unheard.
Peace and love.
My mother died in January, after deciding to stop eating and drinking and turning down IV antibiotics for chronic urinary tract infections. Definitely not "out like a light" (like her stepmother, who pitched over doing yardwork at 85), but not the worst death I can imagine, either. At 88, I think she was tired of feeling not well, and not looking forward to sliding into dementia.
I write to you from Bainbridge Island Washington USA, to say I am so sorry for your loss and am glad you have sweet memories of your father. His gift to you.
I love your mind and the way you translate the complex world of all things life and death into stories most of us can understand. I just shared your substack with a writer friend of mine yesterday over lunch. I was telling her of the moon snail’s shell and the snail’s swirling sand and egg formations here on the beaches of Eagle Harbor having the same spiral pattern as the galaxies and our DNA, which led me to attempting to tell her about your post yesterday. Count on her to be yet one more of your fortunate followers