Tom McGowan, An Irishman

Tom was was incredibly proud of his Irish heritage and in every way, he was a true Irishman.

With his sharp wit, gift of gab, twinkling eyes, wide grin, and hearty laugh, he always seemed to be enjoying himself more than anyone in the room.  His laughter was contagious – and he would often laugh so hard he couldn’t stop!

Tom lit up any room he was in and every one in the room would find themselves gravitating his way.  A great storyteller, he would hold his audience captivated.

Tom was a true people person, interested in what made people tick and what they had to say.  He loved people and saw the best in everyone.  He was big hearted, kind hearted, and without judgement.  He made everyone he was with feel special.  He would always know just what to say.

Tom was a fierce and loyal family man.  His family meant the world to him and he was the proudest father to his children, Eily, Nora, Rosie, Gavin and Max to whom he adored.  He couldn’t get enough of being their dad!  Tom was also a great friend, loyal and true.  He nurtured deep and sustaining friendships.  He loved and was beloved by his friends throughout every stage of his life.

Tom committed himself to making a difference in the lives of those he loved.  He was extraordinarily generous, in every way, to the people and the causes which he he held dear- his family, his friends, and his community. His charitable acts were done quietly and often anonymously.  He stood up for what he believed in.  He was a natural leader who led by example.

Tom had a great Irish love of language.  Verbally and in writing, he always had a way with words. He would regularly pen the most beautiful notes to his family and friends.  To his children he would send long texts of praise, advice and encouragement, especially before and after their athletic events.

Tom loved Ireland.  In his single years, he loved golfing its famous courses.  He and Mary were engaged in Kinsale, County Cork and they returned there often with their children. He couldn’t get enough of the golf, the Guinness, the people, the pubs, the craic and the countryside.  When his girls became Irish dancers and Irish musicians playing in a Bronx based ceili band, he spent many a weekend at feiseanna and fleadh cheoils throughout the northeast.

At the center of Tom’s being was his deep and humble faith.  Spiritual and soulful, Tom had a comfortable, personal relationship with God.  When he was diagnosed with cancer his faith sustained him, he trust was great and he had no fear.  With courage “misneach” he remained full of hope and joy.  His Irish eyes continue to smile down on all of us.