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"katy french RIP. EARTH'S LOSS HEAVENS GAIN"

	Remembering Katy, one year on	379 dagen geleden
	http://www.independent.ie/national-n... Sunday December 07 2008 What a difference a year makes. She should have been celebrating her 25th with some kind of wonderfully over-the-top party that echoed her infamous 24th party. But it was Katy French's funeral that echoed yesterday as her friends and family gathered for a memorial service. The same bitterly cold kind of day, the same lonely country churchyard. And after all the hype and all the talk, it came back down to the same basics that await us all; the great levellers of death, a church, a choir, mourners and memories. One year on, commentators have started to put meanings on Katy French's death. Because of how much her life and death resonated with people and perhaps too because of the year that it's been, Katy French has been imbued with a symbolism, a power and a mythology. Her story has been made an archetypal one. It may be a cliche to say so, but she would have probably enjoyed her notoriety in death. She would have enjoyed too being taken seriously and being discussed as a person of substance. None of the meaning or symbolism really mattered in the cold church in Wicklow yesterday. When Katy's Mam and Dad and sister spoke, it was clear that they had given up trying to fathom any meaning to her death. Mainly they just miss her. Her Dad spoke of how the pain and the anger don't go away; about the time he thought he had left with her; her sister spoke of the constant inclination to ring her; her Mam spoke about how Katy's death had sort of made her believe in a God in some way. But they clearly haven't found sense nor reason to it. And in Enniskerry yesterday, it wasn't an icon or a symbol that was being remembered -- it was just a poor, ordinary, flawed human being. Because more so than she was Katy French, she was John and Janet's little girl, and Jill's big sister. That was what she meant to them. But meaning seemed to echo around the church too. The words of Katy's family were poignant but so were the hymns and the songs they had chosen. "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted." And on the booklet for the service the words of Byron: "And on that cheek, and o'er that brow/So soft, so calm, yet eloquent/The smiles that win, the tints that glow/But tell of days in goodness spent/A mind at peace with all below/A heart whose love is innocent!" But the cover of the booklet probably summed it up best: "Katy Ellen French. 31st October 1983 -- 6th December 2007. She loved and is loved." And what more can you ask for from a life? Except maybe a bit more time.
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	Sinéad zei…	377 dagen geleden
	rip katy
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