Loss and Love
A special greeting to Mr Charlie Buckley in Cork, from his young brother Seamus in Pembrokeshire.
You and I were born on August 26th 1946.
You, as you often reminded me, were born at 5.45pm and I followed at 6.30 - you've never been bloody early since!
We had a wonderful childhood. Town and country were our playground. We had freedom. We loved sports and played on many teams together. We are different characters and always had separate friends, but I knew you were never too far away.
At 18, we separated and I moved away. You stayed in Cork. Once, I asked you why you rarely came to London. You said, "Seamus, you're the one who moved away, you come home."
So I visit every year. I miss Ireland with a passion, but I'm a stranger in my own land now, longer away than at home.
When we were 50 I flew to Cork to surprise you. You surprised me... you'd told the world you were only 46.
So we got drunk in your pub and fell asleep like five year olds - together.
Charlie, on August 26th this year, come to beautiful Pembrokeshire, we'll go to the pub at six, have the craic, raise a glass and then turn to you and softly say, "Right now Charlie, you're 60 and for the next half hour I'm 59!"
Missing Ireland with a passion? Maybe it's not Ireland. Because each time I leave Cork I leave you - my brother, my twin, my best man and my best friend.
Happy Birthday Charlie."