I'm a day late but I want to pay respect to my Irish roots. I am not religious but I do have a tremendous amount of respect for where I came from, and my heart feels truly at home when I am in Ireland. It is an exceedingly gorgeous country with the most warm and generous people. Cead Mile Failte: A Hundred Thousand Welcomes.
All four of my grandparents came over from Ireland in the 1930s to New York. Sadly, they had all passed on by the time I was born. I am the last grandchild born to the youngest (mom) and only (dad) child so I came along a little later than the rest. My mother's father was one of six and had flaming red hair in his younger years. Two of his brothers did too. When the grandchildren were born 1-2-3-4-5, he peeked into each bassinet looking for a redhead. Not one did he find. Very sadly, my grandfather passed away nine months before I was born. He did sprinkle a bit of pixie dust on my mom because I was born the one redhead of the bunch. Thank you grandpa. I wear it proudly, like my heritage. It is a part of my heart and soul and I carry you and all my ancestors with me everywhere I go.
May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.
May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
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