Garda Tony Golden: Husband, father, son, hero
His two little girls played on the grass, buoyed by the sense of occasion on an occasion that made no sense, their matching dark dress coats the only hint of solemnity as they giggled in the autumn sun.
They were oblivious to the motionless gardaí forming a guard of honour on their driveway. An ordinary modest driveway, the kind designed for a single car, it took just nine officers standing side by side to line it.
