Last night, I met Finbar Furey again after 36 years. I remember him sitting at the bar with my father and the banter flowing back and forth between them. My father was a happy man in Finbar's company. I have the clearest picture in my mind of them laughing, heads thrown back, one with dark, curly hair and the other with hair dark and straight. There was a great understanding between them, both the sons of working people who had far surpassed their parents expectations in life. Both of them had known poverty and condescension. And both of them loved music with a passion.
In spite of all the years that have passed and the many people Finbar has met, he remembered my father and told me a funny story about him. Then he took me gently by the arms and hugged me. Later I wept. It was as though my father had reached out, from wherever he is now, and said 'I'm proud of you daughter.'
In spite of all the years that have passed and the many people Finbar has met, he remembered my father and told me a funny story about him. Then he took me gently by the arms and hugged me. Later I wept. It was as though my father had reached out, from wherever he is now, and said 'I'm proud of you daughter.'
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