Happy St. Patrick's Day
My Dad was Irish. He loved limericks and happy music. He was more of a martini than a green beer drinker, but he did love to raise a glass. And, every St. Patrick's Day, he followed the tradition of the wearing of the green. He had the most ridiculous shiny green plastic derby that he donned while singing "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" at the top of his lungs.
So I wear green each St. Patrick's Day in his memory - and because I'm at least half Irish! - and I always sing "Irish Eyes" in honor of him. He has been in Heaven nearly 20 years now, but I still miss that sweet man.
This year, if you are in the mood, sing a chorus or two with me:
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure 'tis like a morn in spring.In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing.When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay,And When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.
He certainly had smiling eyes!
5 Comments:
I missed St. Patrick's day oh no. Happy a day late.
Greg, it's virtually a Holy Day of Obligation around here. :-)
Thanks for the matching shirt and hat!
Love that photo of your dad! What a lovely tradition.
Whiting, you are welcome. We of the Clan Hyland must stick together! :-)
Diane, yes, my all-time favorite picture of him. He was a little older by then but still had the sparkle that made him such a lovely man.
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