John Leslie David “Johnny” O'Mara 30 November 1936 – 9 July 2024

Dylan Eskrigge (Macbryde)

I'm Dylan, Philomena's grandson. Growing up, we spent a lot of time together. Because of you, I am the man I am today. I always reminisce on the times you took me to junior footy. You would always have the paper next to you and butch the dog in the back of the station wagon. You'd tell me "butch is a dragons supporter too". When I was young, nothing made me more happier than hearing the front door to my nans open and as you were going down the hallway youd clear your throat, I straight away knew it was pop! Kahla and I would leap straight into your arms and you'd give us a piggyback ride around the house. I miss the nursery rhymes youd read to us before bed, especially "three little pigs", you'd act it all out, it always had kahla and I giggling hearing you do the pigs voices. I think of the times youd take me on a tour at uncle Eds barley factory, as a kid I was so fascinated. You always took the opportunity to tell others that kahla and I were your grandchildren, you'd say "can you mind my grandkids for me, sometimes they can be a pain, and I just want to put my fist down their throat". I remember youd take me to see uncle Jack and stumpy the dog. Jack was such a nice man. You taught me so much, I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you so much. You were a great man, you were tough, kind, loving, intelligent, and showed kindness towards animals. You will always be remembered, I will ensure my future children and their children know who John O'Mara was and how important he was to me. I love you pop. Farewell.