It is hard to put into words just how beautiful and moving were the removal, requiem and gatherings for dear dear John Lynch and Kevin Devine. The beauty of the music and singing were magnificent, haunting, and even uplifting- every note reverberated with the heartache of those who played and sang John and Kevin up to heaven. I honestly thought that no statesman, head of state or church could aspire to an more awe-inspiring and heartfelt send-off, from so many talented musicians, singers, colleagues who clearly adored both boys. Absolutely nothing was performance. The eulogies, so sincere and heartfelt, echoed and amplified the outpouring of affection, complicity and esteem that those who knew the golden boys held them in. John has always connected with people in an unaffected way, curious about them, enjoying their energy, and maintaining profound dialogue with so many. He has ever borne his monstrous gifts with ease, wisdom and grace: gifts that could have become his identity, his ego, propelled him anywhere he chose on the Earth. But he chose authenticity and naturalness and was anchored once he made that bond with Kevin, and contented in Glasnevin. As senseless as losing John and Kevin seems to earthbound mortals, meeting Kevins wonderful family and Johns adorable friends - whom I had hitherto only heard of - simply affirmed that certainty of John and Kevins true gorgeousness, of their dear unaffected natures, convincing me that THIS reality is the illusion, that John and Kevin have just passed through a flimsy curtain - not gone from us at all. I sat in the church of Saint Teresas alone amongst the hundreds, thousands, with a profound awe: There was a very comforting sense of John snr and Junes presence-she with her arm around me patting me on the upper arm- as they watched on with amazement and pride, at their beautiful children and grandchildren, deepening my profound un-dogmatised belief that there is a reason for everything which our humble understanding fails to grasp. John and I had spoken so deeply and at length about our parents, and of elaborating the loss of them - just a month ago, as we drove through the hillside vineyards between Gorizia and Cormons. We spoke of the generation they belonged to, that begot us- in that precious place that only close brushes with mortality provide. I can only express gratitude to have had that special time with John,( and Kerryn and Kim and Nik)and to have had the chance to know both John, and Kevin - to be richer for it. And then, through this unfathomable disgrace, to have met so many special, wonderful people means to treasure these privileges the more.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 22:42:37 +0000
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