Was there ever a day that Sean hadn’t a joke to make? I don’t know because it was only last week that I heard that Sean had gone and by all accounts the last while hadn’t been great. It would be 35 years ago that we first met, he was part of a merry little gang resurrecting a house in Camp Street for me under the guidance of Paddy Healy. Only two of that team have left ‘this site’ the remaining five or six continue to be good for a laugh whenever we meet, but I can safely say that the greatest of them all, was almost certainly Sean.
There’s always a humorous aspect to any situation even at work and Sean would always find it. What a difference it always made to the particular job. Precious little machinery in those days, wheelbarrow, pick, shovel, spade and a big hammer! Of course, Tom Mike and Joe Healy were rather more equipped but the rest of the trades relied on a lot of strength, tea, brown bread and a good atmosphere and Sean would always have the ability to keep a very good atmosphere prevailing. Nowadays he’d have a hard hat and a yellow jacket, I suppose, and be known as a human co-ordinator probably with a salary, but considering the money around then, (not a lot). Sean was worth his weight in gold. Wherever you are now, I’m more the same. You’re keeping everyone laughing. Farewell, Sean.