My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.
“He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.”
“My Daddy was my hero. He was always there for me when I needed him. He listened to me and taught me so many things. But most of all he was fun.”