Clare Schenker
My fond memories of lovely Laura are our chats in Ardgroom PO after Sunday Mass. We only ever met in August during our extended family gatherings in Beara. When Laura embarked on her career, we realised we had a common thread and so we’d sit over tea and yummy scones and chat about the international organisations and, needless to mention, NGOs: their goals; their shortfalls; their donors; our experiences; our joys; the pride we felt in the work of our organisations and, of course, our frustrations. She’d talk enthusiastically about “her” projects, and the joy and humility she felt at being able to see and experience, at the grass-root level, the plight of the underprivileged and to be able to help in some small way. I remember thinking - what a profound, kind, caring, sensitive and beautiful person. As Laura progressed in her career, with its enhanced responsibilities, we would have our annual August, tea- and- scones catch-up on where she was in her career and life in general.
I so enjoyed chatting with bright young Laura, with her strong and well-informed opinions and her amusement that I - older than her own father - could actually agree with some of them. Sadly, Laura, we never did get to have our catch-up this past August due to Covid and now there will be no more!
Lovely Laura, you were handed a tough road to tread, your pain must have been excruciating, the darkness interminable and insurmountable. You are now at peace. For me, I treasure our “chats”, they will remain with me forever.
God Bless your beautiful Mum and Dad, Fiona, Geoff, Louise and adorable Holly and Charlie, your mutual love will live on forever.
Clare Schenker
My fond memories of lovely Laura are our chats in Ardgroom PO after Sunday Mass. We only ever met in August during our extended family gatherings in Beara. When Laura embarked on her career, we realised we had a common thread and so we’d sit over tea and yummy scones and chat about the international organisations and, needless to mention, NGOs: their goals; their shortfalls; their donors; our experiences; our joys; the pride we felt in the work of our organisations and, of course, our frustrations. She’d talk enthusiastically about “her” projects, and the joy and humility she felt at being able to see and experience, at the grass-root level, the plight of the underprivileged and to be able to help in some small way. I remember thinking - what a profound, kind, caring, sensitive and beautiful person. As Laura progressed in her career, with its enhanced responsibilities, we would have our annual August, tea- and- scones catch-up on where she was in her career and life in general.
I so enjoyed chatting with bright young Laura, with her strong and well-informed opinions and her amusement that I - older than her own father - could actually agree with some of them. Sadly, Laura, we never did get to have our catch-up this past August due to Covid and now there will be no more!
Lovely Laura, you were handed a tough road to tread, your pain must have been excruciating, the darkness interminable and insurmountable. You are now at peace. For me, I treasure our “chats”, they will remain with me forever.
God Bless your beautiful Mum and Dad, Fiona, Geoff, Louise and adorable Holly and Charlie, your mutual love will live on forever.