I am greatly saddened to hear about the death of Tom Gill.
My father and Gill shared a flat with two others as they worked their way through a B.Comm degree in the years immediately after the war. While they were at UCD, my father saw a notice giving details of a talk being given by the author Sean Og O'Tuama about, primarily, the Irish language. My father wanted to hear what O'Tuama had to say on the subject and persuaded a very reluctant Gill to join him since at the time Gill had not the slightest interest in the Irish language. In the event, my father was somewhat undewhelmed at what O'Tuama had to say. Gill, on the other hand, sat transfixed through the talk and his political development and interest in Irish got a massive boost on that night and it basically kick-started his interest in the political path he followed for decades afterwards.
In time, he became godfather to my brother. We saw less and less of him over the years, yet when he and my father met, it always seemed like they saw each other the day before and were merely continuing a conversation. My father never shared Tom's politics. But they were always friends.
In a previous employment, I had occasion to be in Leinster House from time to time and it gave me great pleasure to shake the mans hand on his first day in the Dail. If there was ever a man who deserved to spend a lot more time there than he did, it was Tom.
I will always remember him as a friend of my father, a friend to my family and one of the most decent men it has been my pleasure to know.
Tom, RIP.



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