Eugene loved life, but his was cut short so cruelly
Eugene Moloney was just the most lovely, loveable big guy you could ever wish to meet. He was fun and witty and entertaining and kind. There wasn't a bad bone in his body. Wasn't ...
I can't tell you how wrong it feels to write today about Eugene in the past tense.
I'm just so heartsore about this good, big fella's death.
At the weekend Eugene was found lying on a Dublin street. Gardai launched a murder hunt. To those who knew him it is just utterly unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Eugene (right) was the most affable, laid-back, inoffensive man. Originally from Belfast, he worked in the Irish News, the Evening Herald and the Irish Indo.
He worked here during the worst years of the Troubles and his deep compassion and kindliness as much as his brilliance were the hallmarks of his reporting. He just loved people.
"He took his job seriously, but never took himself too seriously," is how his friend, the Foyle MP Mark Durkan, summed him up.
Eugene loved Dublin which had been his home for over 20 years. He loved music. He loved life.
He was one of those people who never aged. He was one of those people interested in everything.
Eugene Moloney. He was one of those people who just made you smile.