I'm not 100% Irish. But, when asked about my heritage, I
always say, "I'm IRISH!" My Irish blood is not plentiful, but it runs deep. My Gramps made sure we knew we our Irish heritage, and every St. Patrick's Day he'd tell us about it. I wish I could say I remember the stories, but sadly I don't. But I will always remember the twinkle in his eye. And I'll always remember this blessing by his chair:
Today, I made corned beef and cabbage for dinner. In remembrance of that wonderful man. He is forever in my heart.
Sending X's and O's your way Gramps!
Love,
Shell Shell
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