His generosity of spirit was matched by his readiness to share what he had with those needed it, always done quietly and without any fanfare.Remembering my friend today I have only scraped the surface of the deep and profound impact he made on me and others and I know that his family at this time are remembering their lovely brother and the pain of his untimely passing.
My last conversation with Aidan was on the phone just hours before he died . I had been calling him throughout that day and getting no answer and when he returned my call that evening I was driving home. We had a brief chat, I thought he sounded distracted but put it down to the fact that he had a visitor with him in the house. I continued my journey planning to call him later, I didn’t, that is my regret. That deep sonorous voice so reassuring in its measured delivery is silent now and I would give anything to hear it again. If there’s singing in heaven, I’m not so sure Aidan will make the choir but if there’s a corner in glory where the saints gather to talk, I’ve no doubt that he’ll be there, declaring the wonder of seeing His Lord face to face.