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.🍀🍀🍀🍀

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!



Anyway, that’s it for today. Take care and have a great day! 💞
Happy Birthday, Dad! 🎂💞🍀