The Passing of a Wild Irish Rose

I just heard news ..that for some reason I could feel coming in the past couple of months.

Maureen O'Hara has passed away in her sleep. 

I cannot recall the last time, if ever, I cried at the loss of a famous personality, yet if ever was to do so it would be for Maureen. Her light has mesmerized me since childhood, her feisty and fearless nature coupled with a uniquely palpable strength and sensitivity stuck so many chords within me. I idolized her and in so emulated her in ways. Through her (and my parents) influence, I embraced my Irish-American heritage from youth. Between her flaming red hair, her willful personality and epic beauty, I was awestruck, and since I can remember, she has forever been 'my favourite actress'. 

It is said, "..She passed peacefully surrounded by her loving family as they celebrated her life listening to music from her favourite movie, The Quiet Man."

If asked what my favourite movie is, I have always responded The Quiet Man. To know she and I share in such a love brings tears to my eyes. 

Parts of me wishes I had participated in the Maureen O'Hara Magazine Website's incentive to create short messages of video greetings for Maureen's recent 95th birthday: sponsored by June Parker Beck who has been chief in all things official for Maureen for the last 20 years, yet I didn't. I felt a desire, but I knew it wasn't time for such a project in my artistry. I definitely feel something on the horizon. 

The irishtimes goes on to say that, "For those who may ask what they can do to honour Maureen, we have a simple request: visit Ireland one day and think of her." And I shall. I will do that as well as compose prose and music to hallmark the experience and my love for her. 

As the link goes further to point out, Maureen, John Wayne and John Ford all took to the grave the words that Maureen whispered to John Wayne during the conclusion of The Quiet Man that instigated his surprised look! Such a beautiful and tantalizing mystery. A pact kept to create an everlasting enigma. What is not to love??

Maureen will always be close to my heart. 

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