Simon Moroney Memorial
Sometimes it's difficult to think of things to say about our brother Simon. More often than not it is far easier just to remember his face, his smile, his eyes, the way he moved and the sound of his voice.
I remember him as a baby, in his bouncing chair. Eyes wide with wonder. I played with him for hours.
I remember him as a toddler, already mischievous and full of energy.
I remember when we moved to Ireland , he made many friends, and quickly.
I remember him as a teenager, full of generosity.
I remember when I last saw him, and I want to go back to those few seconds.
I remember him and I love him. And I miss him.
It is fair to say that towards the end of Simon's life, he was not always the easiest person to get along with. And he was the cause of much discord in our family. But we always loved him. And he always loved us.
Now though, I can barely remember the bad days. Now when I think of him it is only with happiness: the smiles, the laughter. The time we had was precious, and I would not give up what we had, because to think of it now makes me very happy, on the inside, in a way very few other things can make me happy.
Here's to Simon, a pain in the ass, and comfort to the heart.
Your Loving Brother
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Simon was a great cousin
I remember the last time that he came over to England like it was yesterday.
We walked down to Greenwich I remember and i was so exhausted...so exhausted he carried me on his back and then his shoulders.
He used to pick me up like I was feather
Even though I was little, I remember everything about him
He always smiled and made everyone laugh
And he always looked after me and protected me
I love my cousin so much and miss him too
Lots of love...Your little cousin...Courtney...x
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I remember the time I met Simon!
It was back in Ireland (of course), and it was a party in Ann's house, and I had never met him before because I'm not around too much. But when I met him, the first thing he did was hug me. I was small so I don’t remember too much, but a few of us went out to the front of the house and he was there - joking around, being funny. I remember I couldn't help but laugh at him being goofy.
When I think about it now, he reminds me of my Dad. I'm not sure what type of person Simon was, simply because I was young and not around much, but from his tribute I could tell he was like my Dad.
He seemed to be a great person. It's unfortunate what happened… But I bet many people love him and care for him because people that are like him have a great heart and share it with others. Not many people do.
Lindsey English
