Coming five days after Donnacha Fox’s unexpected death, the invitation to a pre-funeral drink was a first.   An explanation in Smyth’s pub put the delayed interment down to a freezing January, overworked medics and overwhelmed morticians. It would be many days before he was buried in Fingal cemetery. Surprisingly crowded, it was a measure of Donnacha Fox’s popularity and of how much he will be missed: foremost by his family and two generations of friends and peers.  Messages from neighbours flagged support for the local lad from Glasnevin made good. They regarded Donnacha as the proud son of the late…

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