OUR BLESSED BROTHER
Today I
remember my friend Aidan who died 5 years ago. A man whose generous life and
searching heart was a blessing to many.
I miss my brother’s companionship and searing honesty when it came to
the Christian life with all its twists and turns. While Aidan always strove to
tell it like it is, he was careful to do it in such a way that it didn’t cause
personal offence or hurt. Sometimes in the public forum he did go on a bit and
literally tried the patience of some of the saints. However those with the good
grace to listen would always reap a unique insight into an aspect of life or a
facet of Scripture. I’m glad that I more often listened than grumbled and
became a lifelong recipient of grace and kindness at the hand of this most
gracious of Christian men. Today, brother with your family and those who became
part of your ‘other’ family, I mourn your loss from us and take comfort knowing
that your Blessed destination is assured.
Just last night a lady came up to me whom I
had never met before and told me a story about how Aidan had been a blessing to
her. Apparently she recognised me from visiting Aidan’s house in Rosbrien, and
spontaneously shared her experience of his kindness, oblivious to the fact that
this was the eve of the fifth anniversary of his passing. She met Aidan on the
street distressed by the fact that she had nowhere to live and he held her hand
and prayed for her that the Lord would provide what she needed. Shortly
afterwards she passed a building under construction and went in and told the
builder of her plight. Then and there she was promised a place to live when the
development was completed. She duly took up residence there and saw it as an
answer to Aidan’s prayer. As she finished her story she hugged me in recognition
of Aidan’s kindness and faithfulness to her in that hour of need. This is one
story of many that shows the life enhancing effect that our dear brother had on
so many people, the full extent of which we willnever know.
Gerard O'Shea
The
following was written John O’Donohue who died just five weeks before Aidan, the
thoughts expressed here speak for many of us at this time.
On The
Death Of The Beloved
Though we
need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love
was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of
your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.
Though your
days here seemed brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete
Though we
cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.
Let us not
look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.
When orchids
brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.
May you continue to inspire us:
To
enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.
