Irish revolutionary, shot by the british army in 1916.
Born November 10th, 1879 in Dublin. [ref]
Died May 3rd, 1916 at 36 years old in Dublin (ballistic trauma). [ref]
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner