Royal Irish Constabulary

Words said over my Ancestor`s final resting place 

                                                                 

 

Your tombstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone,
The name and date are chiseled out,
On polished marble stone,
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn.

You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder if you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you

Author Unknown

The grave of James Talbot (ex-Sgt R.I.C.) near to Ballymurn, Wexford, Ireland is visited by Michael James Talbot, his Great Grand Nephew, and a Birmingham Policeman in August 2001.

A Memorial in St. Paul`s Cathedral, London to the Royal Irish Constabulary