Glen was ‘the one’ who everyone looked up to
GLEN HATTON 1983-2009
GLEN HATTON was laid to rest at Kilcommon graveyard, Tinahely last week. The biggest funeral gathering ever seen in South Wicklow bore testimony to the many outstanding qualities of this truly remarkable young man.
Glen David Hatton was born on the November 17, 1983, to David and Frances, and from the very beginning was destined to be a farmer and not just a good farmer, but the very best.
He grew up on the family farm at Loggan, Co. Wexford, just across the Wicklow border. Glen attended Kilcommon N.S. and later received his secondary education at Kilkenny College followed by Kildalton Agricultural College where he specialised in machinery and crop management.
During all his young life Glen immersed himself into the life of the community – playing Gaelic Football for the local Coolboy GAA Club and rugby for Gorey RFC. Guards of Honour from both clubs lined the entrance to the Church on the arrival of Glen’s remains.
Glen was not just ‘one of the boys’ but ‘the one’ who everyone looked up to as a natural leader. His natural charm, good looks and personality made him special both on and off the field of play.
Glen Hatton was above all totally committed to his farming activities which were mainly an extensive tillage operation and a comprehensive agricultural contracting business. Glen was hugely interested in all types of fa rm mach i n - ery. In fact he was a born engineer and manufactured many different pieces of equipment to suit his own particular requirements.
A period of time spent with well known Wexford cereal farmer, James Leech, matured Glen into a top class cereal grower, ready and eager to play his part in expanding the family farming and contracting business on his return to Loggan. His dedication and commitment to his arduous daily work schedule belied a person of his years and were admired by young and old alike.
He was intelligent, open minded and firm of his convictions and had little difficulty in quietly articulating them.
It is less than twelve months ago and with consummate ease Glen was defending the controversial use of biosolids on ‘Ear to the Ground’ on RTE 1. It was this easy natural manner that endeared him to all. During this time Glen had a l ready been diagnosed with c a n c e r. Incredibly, he again with seemingly effortless ease went through all the various treatments – always cheerful, always optimistic.
Unfortunately all the different treatments were to no avail and about two months ago Glen was told that there would be no recovery.
Glen Hatton did not lie down under this awful prognosis but rather spent the time attending to the crops, meeting his numerous friends and quietly with his best friend and longtime partner, Maria Dagge made arrangements for his own funeral service.
Glen readily resigned himself to his fate without a hint of anger or self-pity but in the firm belief that there is a better life hereafter.
Thousands of mourners and very noticeably the young came to say goodbye to a person everyone admired respected and loved. The funeral service at Kilcommon Church was a very special and moving experience.
In a hushed and packed church and graveyard, touching tributes were paid to Glen by the Rev. Arthur Minion and Glen’s loyal friend and confidante, James Leech while Glen’s sisters Hazel and Lisa with girlfriend Maria gave an unforgettable rendering of ‘A Letter from Heaven’.
No better tribute can be paid to Glen by those who knew and admired him that to remember his always positive approach to life and try and follow his example.
In his far too short a time in this world, Glen not only showed us how to live but he also showed us how to die.
Glen Hatton’s death is an immeasurable loss to everyone but especially his parents David and Frances, sisters Hazel and Lisa, his inseparable partner Maria, grandmother Mrs. Ella Stanley, lifelong friend Dick Carey, uncles, aunts and cousins especially Fred Kiersey.
The ‘Fields of Gold’ are harvested, the new shed is being filled to the rafters and Glen Hatton is at peace in heaven.
Ar dheis De to raibh a anam dilis.