Cloonamna, Kilmovee, Ballaghaderreen
Teresa enjoyed a long and fulfilling life until her illness in recent years. It was an illness she bore with great fortitude and courage. Her outgoing and friendly personality shine through to the end.
Her passing was deeply mourned in her native parish of Kilmovee where she was one of the most popular and most respected residents.
Pre-deceased by her husband, Matt, Teresa came from a farming background. She was a woman of very deep religious convictions and held a great devotion to Our Lady of Knock. She had strong family values, and it was those values she passed on to her children and grandchildren.
She had a welcoming home and a warm heart, and the McLoughlin house would have been a very popular ‘visiting house’ in the 1960s and ’70s. It was a home of music and laughter, where the local girls would have learned to jive and dance the Old Time Waltz during the regular Saturday-night music sessions, which took place after the family Rosary.
The traditional wake brought all of Teresa’s friends and neighbours together to say a fond farewell to a woman they much admired and cherished. There was a large turnout for the removal of her remains from the Kilgarriff funeral home in Ballaghaderreen and again at Kilmovee Church where Fr Farrell Cawley gave an emotional homily extolling the virtues of one of Kilmovee’s most loved residents.
A tribute was also paid to Teresa by her son-in-law, John Melvin, on behalf of the family. He said “Teresa had a heart of gold, a hearty laugh and was much loved by her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Her pain over the last few years was eased by the loving care she received from all the staff in St Anthony’s Ward, the Sacred Heart Hospital, Castlebar.”
Teresa is survived by her daughters, Mary Varley, Bolton; Ann Melvin, Castlebar; and Bride Denning, Kilmovee; sons-in-law; grandchildren and great-grandchildren; nephews and nieces; and a large circle of family and friends.
Burial took place on Saturday, September 13, after 11.30am Mass in Kilmovee.
May her gentle soul rest in peace.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the master’s plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sad of heart, go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
