MORE THAN A FEELING: In Loving Memory of Father Eugene Lynch SAC
More Than A Feeling is a song by American band Boston, a song I associate with Eugene from around 1976 and it hints at what stirs in my heart for him. It's much more than a feeling.
I have known Eugene since 1975 when he joined the Pallottines in Thurles. He was tall, good looking, confident and a self-styled psychoanalyst, a trait that could drive you crazy. He was a talented musician and photographer. In music he taught my then 14 year old brother Harry some skills on the guitar and in that period he became part of our family story, spoken of and loved through the years even if opportunities for meeting were rare enough. Eugene also had a great way with young people and, while still a student, he gathered a group of youths around him in Thurles.
Our relationship over the years went from the fun of youth to the complexity of adulthood, to kindness, a kindness that was always there but often in a hidden way. Kind was my dominant experience of him in the latter years - years that none of us realized were latter.
Is he spiritual? Someone asked me this question about Eugene in recent weeks. You can't be a priest and not be spiritual because we touch the centre of all spirituality every day – the Alpha and Omega, Aleph and Tav, Beginning and End. We become what we consume, we become Christ in an imperfect way in this life and, while someone like me might put words on that reality, others do it silently, in a more hidden way.
Eugene didn't show off the spiritual dimension of his life but it's possible that he was much more spiritual than me. But it's not for us to judge these things. Only God knows. I was told back in 1983 that there are two ways to union with God - prayer and suffering. Eugene walked the latter path in no uncertain terms. He suffered seriously in the end as he did many years earlier in Argentina.
During his final illness I would phone him and tell him that my heart went out to him in his pain, the pain of a broken shoulder, and he would simply say, "I've been through worse!" And that is true. He has suffered the worst pain of anyone I know. There's a line that asks in Lamentations 1:12 that says, "Look around: Is there any suffering like the suffering inflicted on me... " Eugene could well ask such a question - being trapped in a burning car as he was, his entire back on fire. My body still panics at the thought of it but I will never feel it, know the pain as he did, the pain that made him beg for death in the months of recovering that followed. I wasn't there, didn't witness the Calvary that he had to endure, never saw or heard his pain close up. And by not being there I carry some of the guilt of the disciples who turned away from the crucifixion. Not a rational guilt because I was living in Tanzania while Eugene was in Argentina. There are those who did witness, who stayed faithfully with, became bonded to to him in a love that those far away could not know.
The effect on his mind, heart and soul was considerable. And perhaps this is where I sometimes flinched, unable to stay with the discomfort of who he had become. He was one from whom we averted our gaze, so great was the suffering. Often I averted my gaze, turned away and turned back again - again and again.
But even in those years we drew close to each other and in private shared at a very deep level, at times allowing ourselves to be vulnerable in each other’s presence. Perhaps we know aspects of each other that no one else does. And in those years too there was still a lot of fun and affection.
The days since Eugene died have been very difficult, the sense of loss much greater than I imagined. It is partly so because his dying is similar to that of John O'Brien ten months earlier - similar age, two men in their sixties, our generation of Pallottines, being in hospital facing death during covid-19 with only one visitor allowed in, the speed with which they were taken from us. And for their families the awful pain of not being able to see their brother at the end of life.
But these days are difficult too because I will not see him again in this world, this particular man like no other, and, while I was able to tell him some of what my heart holds for him, there are still things unsaid and time has run out.
For Tom Daly too this was a repeat of what he experienced with John. Too much, too soon again, to accompany and pray with your companion as he approaches the great mystery of death. Derry who has been a close friend of Eugene since their time in Argentina reminded me that we have lost so many of our generation in recent years. Six of our generation have died in the past few years - Vivian Ferran, Noel O'Connor, Mick Cremin, Michael Clarke, John O'Brien and now Eugene. One of the moments of grace in Eugene's last days is that an exception was made to allow his dear good John O'Connor visit and John was able to anoint him.
Many years ago when visiting Michael Clarke at home in Greenock I became aware of how much his family were sharing in the sacrifice of his life as a priest. Not sacrifice in the sense of giving something up but the sharing in the suffering, his own particular suffering and that of Jesus. And the sharing in the suffering is a sharing in holiness in the truest sense of the word, a holiness that is raw, naked and not pious in the sweet sense of that word. This is true of Eugene's family too. But it is also true of the Pallottine community in which Eugene lived - various communities in Argentina and for many years now the community in Greenford. The internal community of the parish house and the wider community of the parish. Reading the comments on www.pallottines.ie and on facebook you can see the effect of Eugene's spirituality and his human life.
Someone mentioned him singing Malaika, the Swahili song from Tanzania that he sang over the years even though he never went there, and he would often greet me in Swahili as a kind of mark of affection - "jambo bwana!" or "habari gani?" He did so in our last phone conversation.
Much of my remembering goes back to our days in Thurles, the messing, the pranks he played on all of us - speakers under the bed of an unsuspecting student, haunting noises in the night, scaring the life out of Vivian, putting me into a barrel full of cold water when all the kicking I did could not contend with his strength; the laughter he created, the fulness of life that was in him.
And I think of him now in the words of St. John's Prologue - "the Son who is nearest to the Father's heart", resting near to the Father's heart, knowing the Father as Jesus knows him, the only knowledge that matters in the end. And the freedom from suffering and anxiety that is offered there; the unique gift of Peace that is the gift of Christ our Lord. Rest in that Peace dear friend, in the best bed of heaven.
Thinking of you Fr Eamonn xx
Thinking and praying for you Eamonn🙏🕯️
Rip Father Eugene, sorry for your loss Father Eamonn.❤️
Thinking of you Fr Eamonn and Fr's John and Derry Rest In Peace Fr Eugene 🙏
Anne J. Smyth
🙏🙏praying for you Eamonn.
Seosaimhín Máire Ní Dubhgail
I know what you mean my dads passing last May from illness not covid was made all the much harder as I hadn’t seen him in person for the 2 year prior thanks to covid. It brings a feeling of injustice….a lack of closure if you will
Very sad 😞 R.I.P. 🙏🙏🙏
May he Rest In Peace. 🙏
Thinking of you Father Eamonn xx
Concepta Rooney Bowman
Thinking and praying for you Eamonn 🙏❤
RIP Fr. Eugene, it was pleasure to know you
Much love and prayers for you and their families. X
Thinking of you Father Eamonn its not easy for sure for you to lose two friends in such a short time I will pray for you to give you strenght to cope so sorry you loss 🙏condolences to all of there family's
It is hard to lose close friends, especially in the present circumstances. Thinking of you and remembering you and them in prayer.
So very sorry Father Eamonn. Absolutely shocking to lose two friends so close together. Very much thinking of you. Love and prayers.
Very sad x
Not being able to hold the hand of a loved one as they die is the cruelest thing - love to you and all who loved him xxx
Thinking of you Father Eamonn. X
Agnes Tully Clarke
I am so sorry for your loss Fr Eamonn it must be so difficult. And yes it is awful to see people in hospital and largely alone at such a vulnerable time. May God be good to them in Heaven RIP to both your friends.
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Sad to learn from Derry that you've lost another of your brothers, Eamonn. May Fr Eugene rest in peace
A beautifully written poignant piece Eamonn. My deepest sympathy to you and the Pallotine Community on the death of Fr Eugene. On this eve of Epiphany may Eugene be presented to his Lord and Saviour and be greeted with the words "Well done , good and faithful servant!
Mary Lou Fallon Carty
Beautifully written 🙏 l am so sorry for your loss Eamonn( Fr. Eamonn ....May they both Rest in Peace.... bitter sweet but also all those lovely memories l pray they help you in easing such pain as that of the loss of your beautiful Friend Fr. Eugene … See more
Thinking of you xxx
Thinking of you. May his gentle soul Rest in Peace.
Lord rest him Sorry to here the sad news God love you all and give ye comfort.love and hugs m
Anne J. Smyth
What a lad! So good looking to and as you describe him Eamonn an effervescent personality so in true Irish words there will never be the likes of him.again,may he he hear the sweet sound of Angels in his heavenly home x
Beautiful account of a life well lived and loved. Chomhbhron leat Fr. E ar bhas do chara. Solas no flathis Fr. EUGENE. In the prayers. Love Us2.ReplyDelete