By Alec Hogg
I got one of those unexpected stomach punches yesterday. A sharp sucker blow to the solar plexus, the kind which leaves you breathless and confused. And numb.
Martin Irish, a man I’ve engaged with often during a three and some decade career; an eccentric, brilliant, financial markets expert, was murdered in his Bryanston home a few days ago. He lived alone so his body was only discovered when worried friends went looking for him.
Death, like taxes, is inevitable. But when our time comes, we all deserve a peaceful transition. Martin was denied that. He became just another statistic in a country where life is cheap and money buys the whiskey. In life, he taught me a lot. Resilience, curiosity, and having fun. In death, he’s provided a reminder to live life like a loose cloak, one day at a time.
Please have a read of Simon Lincoln Reader’s tribute to his mentor on Biznews.com. Martin Irish’s memory deserves every word of this beautiful epitaph.
From Biznews community member Melissa Hunt
Lovely tribute. He is/was my next door neighbour. My son (7) was one of the last to see him alive when he promised to bring him a chocolate on Monday evening. Quite a shock.
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