Welcome! It's St. Patrick's Day!
A day it is! A day to celebrate heritage, having some Irish ancestry, and all those fun things connected with it: the lucky charm, the four-leaf clover, the devilish leprechauns, and the hope and goal of following the rainbow to find that pot o'gold.
The early settlers thought they were going to get their pot of gold when they traveled across the seas from the United Kingdom. Dad spent years and hours researching our ancestry, before internet, and traced our roots to pre-Scot-Irish era. Our lineage goes back to Lamon Mor, a very old family of Celtic origin.
Closer to the birth of our nation John Leman, who accompanied George Olgethorpe back and forth across the seas, became captain of his own ship. Leman was a forefather on Dad's side of the family. In a duel, Ensign Leman, took a bullet to the leg, and eventually
replaced that leg with a wooden leg. Now, isn't that fun trivia!
We don't sport red hair, but we do have the dark ring around the iris of our eyes, and our genes lend us towards some birth defects that don't affect everyone.
Our second son had Spina Bifida. We were told it's more common amongst those of Irish descent. Knowing he wouldn't have a long life, there was poignant significance that he died on a St. Patrick's Day.
And a leprechaun he could've been! Fine boned, brown eyes, and a sense of humor. He laughed, putting his little hand to his mouth when Calvin pushed a toy car. He read books with Rusty laying on their bellies on the carpet. He stunned his therapist by saying the two syllable word grandma as "Ga ma." And he insisted his dad drive the truck to Uncle Andy's house, indicated by a fisted letter A in sign language.
What a lad!
Celebrate the day.
Play the harp, enjoy some golf, recite a limerick, and be proud of your Irish.
You're strong, you're witty, and you're blessed.
May the sunbeams light your way
and the moonbeams guard your night
and until your days are finished
may the stars shine ever bright.
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