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)