Dear Family &
Patrick’s Day was always a special occasion in our house.
We would gather for our annual corned beef and
cabbage. Richie always laughed when I told the butcher that I
needed corned beef for 20 people. After all, it was just the
four of us–Dad, Kerri, Richie and me. But, by the time St.
Patrick’s Day came, I knew we would have a house full.
Dan marched in the Parade and Richie was so proud of his
Dad. As you can
see, I had to include a picture of Dad in his top hat and tails.
last St. Patrick’s Day was spent in CCU.
I remember seeing all the marchers lining up while we
were on our way to the hospital. I felt so sad.
All the memories of past celebrations and family times
flooded my head. I
remembered when he was a baby, how he wouldn’t fall asleep
unless we sang an Irish Lullaby to him. I could picture him
waving his flag when we took him to see his first parade.
I could see him laughing and having such a good time with
family and friends. And,
at the hospital, I prayed that he would wake up.
But, that was not to be.
I have reached a point in my grief that I can celebrate
this holiday again. And, I thank God for family and friends that
have helped me get to this point.
Of course, it is not the same. Our lives never will be
Richie is always here. I
still see him laughing, smiling and enjoying the days like he
used to. So, this
St. Patrick’s Day, I wanted to share with you the blessings of
the Irish. Richie
would want that. And,
I am sure, he will have a mighty fine celebration himself this
day. After all, he
is celebrating with St. Patrick himself.
St. Patrick’s Day Everyone!