David ( Jake) McQuillan

My friend David McQuillan passed away just before I left for Istanbul in August past. I knew him since I was a boy and met with him regularly during the months before his death. He was 53 when he died.I wrote this poem about him while in Istanbul.

David is gone, gone gone.
My friend is gone, gone, gone.
His craic is gone, gone, gone.
His laughter is gone, gone, gone.
But his spirit lives on, on, on.
In Christ he lives on, on, on.
And his addiction is gone, gone, gone.
And all his pain is gone, gone gone.

He will be missed by many and may God bless his wife and child.