An Irish Blessing…

Go n-éirí an bóthar leat.
Go raibh cóir na gaoithe i gcónaí leat.
Go dtaitní an ghrian go bog bláth ar do chlár éadain,
go dtite an bháisteach go bog mín ar do ghoirt.
Agus go gcasfar le chéile sinn arís,
go gcoinní Dia i mbois a láimhe thú.

It’s fitting that it is cold and cloudy on the day of your funeral.  You told me once as a kid that these were your favorite kind of days. Blustery, windy, cold.  Is that where I got the like of these days, too? Maybe. I remember waking up on  days like these and hearing  my brother go ‘Ohhhh it’s gonna RAIN’, as if it were a bad thing.  But me?  I kinda got excited  by it. I still do, really.  If  I could wear rubber boots today, I would- because I know that it would have made you smile…

I won’t lie- I  am going to miss you. It has been  a year, maybe a little more, since I have been  home. It was lucky for me that I had a grandad who liked to email- and god knows I’m going  to miss  those emails- but the emails,  were not the same as being able to  see you when I could…

Maybe I will wear rubber boots today.

Thank you,  love you,  and I’ll miss you. Gone, but definitely  not forgotten.

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