Monday, March 17, 2014

St. Patrick’s Day, 2014

And so it is St. Patrick’s Day, month’s mind for my husband…

And so I remain very, very sad.

And so I’ll share with you a Celtic song.

The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it fell unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

This June, I’ll be taking our nieces – and a pinch of Jim’s ashes (he had told me that he wanted some of his ashes to find their way to Galway) – to Ireland. The day after he died, I found a note he’d made with some ideas about where we might go. Jim loved planning our trips, and there he was, knowing he would soon be dead, sketching out his thoughts on what would make for an enjoyable trip for me and the girls.

Slán leat, Seamus.


The links to earlier St. Patrick’s Day posts can be found here, in last year’s edition.

And here’s a a wonderful version of The Parting Glass– sung by a very young Liam Clancy:

Sentimental, but…

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