Letter: Bucky O’Brien
My friend, Bucky O’Brien:
Part of me wants to be left alone in this time of grief, but Bucky was so much larger than life that I feel the need to reach beyond myself and respond.
He was a big part of me and my family. I was an only child, so Bucky was, for me, my brother. We had that mutual connection, like David and Jonathan of Old.
My son’s a golf-pro today because of his mentoring and unfailing encouragement. Bucky, Jimmy: that glad-handing, warm, smiling, twinkle-in-the-eye Irishman. So many of his vast number of friends gathered around him in these last 15 months as he fought with the weapons of hope against the vicious cancer that has now called him from us. There are so many to name that I fear naming names lest I miss anyone.
I personally wish to extend my thanks to “the committee” of my cohorts as we attempted to orchestrate for his needs to be met. You know who you are. Bucky’s positive attitude and will for life were second to none. He earned our respect over and over.
In the end, when he knew that the fight was coming to an end, he returned to his home: “I’m in my house. I’m in my bed. I’m with my family and my friends. I’m happy.”
“May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rain fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you ever in the palm of his hand.”