Vincent McGrath, my older brother, passed away in
December. Ticker, just like his dad. He was quite
something, though he would never have seen it that way.
First born (of five) he was a bit of a softie as a wee
boy, of the cushions-on-the-grass-for-Best-Man-Falls
variety. Scarily bright; saw it with my own eyes. Broke
his mum and dad's heart more than once. Took off, but
never really left. Kept running till his sixties.
Running's over, Vinny. Time to rest.
(Last updated Jan 2021)