My proudest moment was also the moment when I was most humbled.

There was a fan who had come to see us faithfully for years, and I knew her fairly well from her frequent visits. She came up to me after a show at a venue we play regularly and told me she was about to go totally deaf (in around 2 weeks). She added that she was already mostly there, but still had a little hearing in one ear. She asked if we would sing "Carrick Fergus" for her so she could remember it for as long as possible. So, more than a little shocked and more than a little humbled, I told the rest of the band, and of course, we did it for her.

It was damned hard to get through the song, as her crying made me cry, which doesn't make for a lot of good voice control. We sang a few more of her favorites as well, and a couple of new ones we thought she might enjoy.

In the end, all we could do was sit there and be sad, but also be rather amazed that, of all the things she might have wanted to hear last, it was one of our songs. What an amazing honor.