Kay McCarthy

It is with great sadness that I acknowledge the recent passing of Kay McCarthy of Dublin 9. (RIP) One of the most wonderful human beings I have known. Luckily I can still very much hear her voice and see her standing in the kitchen. Usually she was moving the teapot towards a cup or offering me something to eat or sitting at the table where we’d all catch up. And then there was the laughter, lots of laughter and warnings about the draft that might come in the back door when Gerry would open it to take the dogs out for a walk. Kay loved the three dogs, but was especially fond of Tolly, who was a small barrel of short legged dog with a ruffle of fluff all over her. The dog was named for the River Tolka where she was fished out of and saved before the McCarthys’ adopted her.

I hope I always hear Kay’s voice. She was the best a person could be loving, caring and unfailingly warm at the sight of you. “Isn’t that great?” was a phrase she often used in conversation and meant it. We loved you Kay and we miss you. Hard to imagine this planet without you. Oíche mhaith.