My years as an altar boy here genuflecting to the sound of a bell, in procession down and round the aisles through clouds of incense, holding candles, saying a novena with my Mam, singing in the choir with Rita Deegan and Mr. Murray as Joe or John pumped the organ, reading my missal in front of a flower filled multi-candle lit altar and feeling very small. Now there’s lots of sky where the church stood.