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Grandad
My Grandad, Paddy Boyle.
After 92 years of hard work, three daughters, one son, ten grandchildren, three great grandchildren and a healthy addiction to horseracing, my grandad past away earlier this year. He played Gaelic football for Dunderry in Meath well into his forties, and was fond of holding his fist to my nose and saying "smell the blood of a hundred dead men" to wind me up as a child. This picture was taken of him in 1969, we found it amongst some old slides at home and have finally got it onto CD. This picture captures his spirit, doing what he did best and what made him happiest; out on the land and being active. He always had a cheeky smile on his face and ready for a bit of banter and a chat. He wasn't just a Grandad to us lot though , but to half the town as well.