As Kieran’s Irish Uncle and God Father I would like, in my absence, to pay a small tribute to him. My earliest memory of Kieran is a beautiful young boy, fresh faced with a head of red curly hair and full of fun. After the family moved to England Kieran’s life changed. At about 16 years of age things altered for him and he became nervous of the outside world. Fortunately his family became his rock and in particular his mother, who devoted herself to looking after his every need. Kieran’s mother Mai was the love of his life and she was there for him any time of the day or night. He looked to her for advice and trusted her judgement completely. To illustrate that a little story; once while having his hair cut Kieran was asked if he liked it long or short. He replied, “I’ll ask Ma”. Sadly Mai died last November and I can only believe that Kieran never recovered from that heart breaking loss. We must now rejoice knowing that he is, once more surrounded by those who sheltered him in his last years; his father Terry, brother Declan and his beloved mother Mai. May he rest in peace.