St. Patty's Day

My parents loved St. Patrick's Day "St. Patty's Day".......

My Mom's Dad and her siblings referred to her as Patty. I can still hear in my mind, "that's not Patty" as one of her sisters cried as they first saw my Mother in the casket. No, it sure didn't look like the beauty that she was....

They were so much fun, so young and we loved having them in Cincinnati to go out with now that we were grown and "mature" enough to drink with our parents. 

They came down a few years ago and my Mother had the shirt, hat, necklace and all. She was ready to party! We took them out to a few bars and then came back to the house and Dad cooked up Corn Beef and Cabbage. We were so lucky to have them as both friends and parents and they are so missed. I would do anything to have them here today to have a green beer with. 

You are remembered every single day and every memory shared is documented with pictures and laughter but they also make me extremely sad because this all I have left of you......are pictures.  My St. Patty's Day celebrations spent with you....are over. But, I am lucky to have spent many with you. I think a lot of  people my age don't have young, fun parents who enjoyed life like you did. And for that, I am thankful. 

Cincinnati is gorgeous today. 73 degrees. We're headed to our neighbors tonight for dinner and possibly a Guinness or two.  (can't wait to have a Guinness in Ireland at a "real" Irish pub)