Tribute to Martin O’Donovan

My lovely Brother, what can I say… so many memories, from giving me away at my wedding and the heartfelt speech that made everyone cry… To the Monica & Ross style dance offs in Streets To the crazy weekly house parties when Mum and Dad were away… still can’t believe we never got caught! To you waking me up at 4am to make me listen to a ‘boss tune’ you’d just heard at the Cream To us singing ‘Brothers and sisters’ to each other across the 051 crowd To the Vanilla Ice rapping in the back garden and the way you always told everyone about the time I got drunk off half a lager when I was 15, but I actually had sun stroke! To you constantly insisting on doing the splits despite ripping your trousers on more than one occasion To our 25 year long ‘Wednesday and Pugsly’ photo poses To me still bearing the nickname you gave me when I was 8 because you thought I looked like a monkey So many good memories but not enough time. One constant through it all, you have always been the protective older brother, who would always try and do the right thing and look after me. I will miss your laugh, your face, your crazy stories and would give anything to have you here now embarrassing me with tales of the past! Still can’t actually believe you’re really gone. Love you ‘bro Mart’. Minkey xx 💔