Ita Geraghty was one of Dublin’s great characters. She hailed from the Inner City, I think. At least, she lived there when I knew Ita.
She had two fine grown up lads with whom I have lost touch. Her pride and joys.
She was a great woman to pray and help poor people. She had a really fierce sense of justice and gut level genuineness and was not afraid to speak her mind vigorously. We all got a bit of the lash of Ita’s tongue sometime or other.
Her own health was not great, I think she suffered a lot, which might help explain her frankness at times. Even saints run out of patience.
She was one of the great heart and soul people of the early Divine Mercy Conferences in the RDS which is how we became such great friends.
She had a great sense of humour and mischief and was no lover of pomp.
Her belly laugh still echoes in my mind. And the flash of her smiling eyes.
For some reason, her passing went by without much fanfare so now, a few years later, I am putting pen to paper to remember her on January 15th, feast of St Ita.
Another of Ireland’s strong and vocal women.