Our friend was as happy as Larry

    Lar Murphy: An admirable gentleman

    By Jimmy Rhatigan

    LAR MURPHY of Westfield Drive, Loughboy would have been a prime candidate at any time for the Gentleman of the Year in our city and county.

    He was a man to whom many might have referred to as a smashing person.

    He was quiet, unassuming, yet he loved a chat, had a great sense of humour and it was wonderful to meet him on an amble in his locality where, unsurprisingly, he was hugely popular and highly respected.

    He had a great rapport with local children who knew Lar as the flower man, a reference to his kindness to plants, wild and otherwise in his area.

    A top class, very obliging and fairly priced plumber, he did brilliant work, was always available for a last minute call and would delight in helping a neighbour or friend in need, a burst pipe or flooded kitchen.

    His deep love was for his wife Ann, his sons Keith and Dave and daughter, Emily.
    He adored his seven grandchildren, cherished his brothers and sisters and took an interest in all things family.

    His corner house family home on Westfield Drive was his castle, on open house, a cuppa for callers who were assured of a warm welcome from Lar and Ann, with Lar as the gentle and quiet soul of a loving relationship and Ann as the outgoing and at times unbelievably funny partner in what had to be a near perfect marriage.

    The pair had met in Kilkenny Tech where they became friends at the age of 13. Their bond of friendship was to last a lifetime.

    Lar and Ann loved each other’s company and in turn kith and kin always availed of an opportunity for a chin wag that inevitably included funny incidents involving their nearest and dearest.

    Lar had a great interest in his native city. He was a proud Kilkenny man and loved to see local development, some of which he would have given the thumbs up to but on other occasions any positivity could have been rather tepid.

    He was not one to foist his opinion on anyone but if you asked a question you always got a civil and courteous answer.

    Lar was a great conversationalist, a highly intelligent debater, but a rooftop was never his podium, nor did he ever seek the limelight.

    To have known him and enjoyed his company on occasions was indeed one of life’s privileges.

    He was perhaps an example of how a good life should be lived. But if you were suggest that to Lar, he would more than likely have come up with a telling reply.

    It takes all kinds, he might have offered.

    It certainly does and what a world we would have if we had more people of the ilk of our late friend. JR