SAINT PATRICK’S DAY


My wife’s maiden name was Harrington and she was part American indian, from her mother’s side. Her mother’s maiden name was Snearly. Patty’s paternal and maternal roots went back prior to the revolutionary war, in Virginia. For many years she prepared an “Irish” boiled dinner on Saint Patrick’s day. It became a sort of family tradition. She had not prepared such a meal since her breast cancer diagnosis in October, 2015. She began to lose interest in “homemaking” in general with the breast cancer diagnosis. It was rough time for her as she was forced to give up her normal activities. My youngest son lived with us and lives with me now and he and his longtime girlfriend are trying very hard to deal with his Mom’s death by doing things “her way”. I believe it is their way of honoring her memory and I am deeply touched by their efforts. She cooked an “Irish” boiled dinner as today is Saint Patrick’s day. We were a pretty somber threesome as we sat down for dinner. My son’s girlfriend expressed her concern that the dinner would not meet Patty’s high standards. My son told her to not worry about it. He was teary-eyed as he ate. I was somber and silent throughout the meal. I did better than I thought I would as I was unsure beforehand if I could even make it through the meal. The meal was fine and I am a little closer to acceptance of the reality of patty’ death. All in all, a fair day for me.

 

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