When my young Makinely awoke this morning, the first words out of his mouth were, "Good morning Mom. Happy St. Patrick's Day. I have to get my green clothes on." Shortly after that, he noticed me without green clothes on (I was still in my jammies) and I was reward with a quick pinch on the bum !!
I have always associated St. Patrick's day with my dad, Ronald Patrick, and his genuine connection to his mother and her irish roots. It was a day, we could count on dad wearing a ridiculous amount of green, reminding us to do the same, speaking in an irish tone, belting out irish tunes and in general relishing in all things Irish (that includes green beer right?)
I recently found a card, from my paternal grandmother (but of course with our recent move I can't track down the special spot I tucked it in to) reminding me to give my dad a kiss for her on St. Patrick's Day. As well, she recounts days when she would send my father ahead on forest trails to scare away the snakes. His name is Patrick after all. It was an endearing letter that tied together many memories and stories I had been told throughout my life.
Once our loved ones pass, these stories, treasured notes and memories are what we have left to tie us together. Hence why, today when Makinely so excitedly wished me a Happy St. Patrick's day, my heart melted a little. He too will hear the stories, he to will have the chance to connect with those family members who live on in our hearts.
May the luck of the Irish be with you today !!
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