(no subject)
May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Today - for the first time in the several months he has been gone - I forgot my father was dead.
I woke up a bit dazed from some dream that was just fading into the corners of my mind and remembered: It's Saint Patrick's Day! I smiled, as I thought of the traditional storytelling Dad was going to tell me about the meaning of the day (the same story EVERY year), how he would be teasing me about the fact that I don't drink a "decent stout" and then how he would try to force that dreaded corn beef and cabbage on me. And he was probably going to....oh wait....and that's when I remembered....there will be no storytelling today...there will be no teasing and no corned beef...because there is no Dad.
Wherever souls/spirits go, when they leave the physical vessel that houses them, I hope my father's is lazing today in the meadows and rolling green hills of Dublin that he so enjoyed from his childhood.
Erin go bragh, Daddy!!
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Today - for the first time in the several months he has been gone - I forgot my father was dead.
I woke up a bit dazed from some dream that was just fading into the corners of my mind and remembered: It's Saint Patrick's Day! I smiled, as I thought of the traditional storytelling Dad was going to tell me about the meaning of the day (the same story EVERY year), how he would be teasing me about the fact that I don't drink a "decent stout" and then how he would try to force that dreaded corn beef and cabbage on me. And he was probably going to....oh wait....and that's when I remembered....there will be no storytelling today...there will be no teasing and no corned beef...because there is no Dad.
Wherever souls/spirits go, when they leave the physical vessel that houses them, I hope my father's is lazing today in the meadows and rolling green hills of Dublin that he so enjoyed from his childhood.
Erin go bragh, Daddy!!