St. Patrick’s Day

by annemariedemyen, posted in March 2022

There is not a speck of Irish in me but since my Father’s birthday was March 17th it was always a big day to celebrate in our home.🍀🍀🍀🍀

I don’t remember Dad ever having a beard but he did seem to resemble a Leprechaun in this photo. (I was obviously wearing my heavy socks that day. 😂)

My Dad passed away twenty-eight years ago and my Mother has been gone for eight. I think of them virtually every day – but especially on their birthdays, anniversaries, holidays and the like. I know they were not perfect, but they were good people. I am so grateful that I had such parents. They both left me with so many life and coping skills that have helped me to live a good life and to handle the inevitable challenges that I have faced. I tried so hard to pass that on to my children, especially to help them through the challenges! I sometimes wonder if any of them will feel any appreciation for me when I am gone. Not that I plan on going anywhere soon – but I can’t see it happening and I feel sorry for them. Life is hard enough at times without believing you are going through it alone. 😔

On to brighter thoughts… Spring is springing up around here!

The snow is disappearing to be replaced by mud and water in the streets. 🌞
My seeds are sprouting. 🤗 (Strangely, the flowers are coming up earlier than the tomatoes and peppers this year. )
There is nothing particularly springy about this photo but this is the duplex (313N Lorne Street) that I ultimately moved into with my kids – and began my life with Dan a couple of years later. I drove past it last week and had to stop to take a photo. 🥰. (It didn’t have nearly the yard we have here, but it was the cutest place inside.)

Anyway, that’s it for today. Take care and have a great day! 💞

Happy Birthday, Dad! 🎂💞🍀

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20 thoughts on “St. Patrick’s Day”

  1. I have driven past places I’ve lived before too, even here in Vegas. Not sure why, maybe it’s because of good memories and some that aren’t so good. I’m glad that your snow is vanishing, this winter has been harsh on you, hasn’t it… 🇨🇦

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  3. This duplex is across the street from a mall that I go to on a relatively regular basis. It is always good memories when I go past it, I just never think to slow down to take a photo of it. Thank you! We are ready for spring. 🌞

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  5. This is priceless Anne Marie. I love the picture of you and your dad. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be missed. Keep your chin up woman-and keep writing…

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  15. Old pictures like the one with your dad are precious. Live as long as possible because sometimes we wait too long before we fully show appreciation of others. A good friend of mine died suddenly at age 64 and was not reconciled with his three sons because of a nasty divorce where they sided with their mother. Those boys were in their 30’s and so wracked with grief that it was almost like they thought they had plenty of time left to schedule dad appreciation. The oldest one delivered a love filled emotional eulogy for his dad. I sure hope there was a way Jim could hear it in the afterlife.

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  16. I think it is easier to “see” your parents once they have passed and I’m sure your kids will think the same. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of my parents. My father died way too early and I was only 31. My mother lived to be almost 95 and I learned to appreciate her during her later stages of life. She managed, with my help and my family’s help to stay in her own home until the last 5 weeks.

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  17. Thank you, Geoff. That is my biggest fear for my daughter. She was born headstrong, stubborn, and dramatic but we were close – especially once she had her own family! Then she was stressed out from starting back to full-time work, we had a tiny spat and she went right off the deep end. She hates me, will not allow me to to see her younger children, blames me for every bad decision she has ever made in her life. She’s on the brink of destroying her own home life if she hasn’t already. I do believe that she will pull herself together at some point but I hope I will live to see it. Did I mention she is really stubborn? 🙄

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  18. That is so close to my parents. I was 38 when my Dad passed away (He was 82 but had been very healthy until he developed cancer.) My Mother was 95 and had lived in her own home until she was 90. I don’t know if my kids will ever ‘see’ me. For many years they idolized me (which was wrong), now I am the world’s worst mother and responsible for every bad decision they make in life (wrong again). 😳 Dysfunctional homes are the gift that just keep giving.

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