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George BRENNAN Memoriam
BRENNAN
George
3rd Anniversary
In loving memory of our beloved father, granda and great-granda who passed away on 18th August 2022.
The beauty of a memory,
is that it is always there.
Like a penny in your pocket,
you can take it anywhere.
And when your heart is heavy,
and your eyes are filled with tears,
You can focus on a memory.
and travel through the years.
Your heart can visit happy times,
when laughter filled the air,
And the presence of your loved one,
will lesson your despair.
So as you travel on in life,
take comfort as you go,
In a lifetime of "sweet memories"
of one who loved you so.
Loved and missed every day by your daughter Martha, sons Owen and George, son-in-law Eamon and daughters-in-law Gail and Rose, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and family circle.
George
3rd Anniversary
In loving memory of our beloved father, granda and great-granda who passed away on 18th August 2022.
The beauty of a memory,
is that it is always there.
Like a penny in your pocket,
you can take it anywhere.
And when your heart is heavy,
and your eyes are filled with tears,
You can focus on a memory.
and travel through the years.
Your heart can visit happy times,
when laughter filled the air,
And the presence of your loved one,
will lesson your despair.
So as you travel on in life,
take comfort as you go,
In a lifetime of "sweet memories"
of one who loved you so.
Loved and missed every day by your daughter Martha, sons Owen and George, son-in-law Eamon and daughters-in-law Gail and Rose, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and family circle.
Published by Derry Journal on Aug. 15, 2025.
Memories and Condolences
for George BRENNAN
1 Entry
Owen Brennan
August 15, 2025
Dad was always there-loving, providing, reading.
And when he told stories, the room listened.
He could wind a tale like twine, holding every ear.
His voice had a rhythm that made silence lean in.
He loved talking about the old days.
Not to boast, but to bless.
Each memory he shared felt like a penny in the pocket,
small, familiar, and full of worth.
We still carry those stories.
They rise in quiet moments,
like notes from a song he once sang.
And when we miss him most,
we listen again,
and find him in the telling.
Owen
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