We were never big on St. Paddy’s Day. It was just one of those holidays that kind of passed us by in the middle of March. If it crossed our minds, we wore green to avoid being pinched, but that was the extent of our participation. B.K. (before kids) I think we did our share of partying with the gang, and I remember a very unsuccessful attempt at corned beef and cabbage! The butcher mistakenly gave me a brisket (somehow realizing I was Jewish?) but we were expecting this Irish delicacy that turned into disaster! In later years Gregger celebrated with a smooth glass of Irish Jameson whisky. What better excuse to cheers to good old St. Paddy.
But suddenly even this holiday is so different. Every holiday is different when there is no one to share it with anymore. I saw a green shirt hanging in his closet and thought that maybe he could wear that to work today. If not, I could tease him and pinch him, but he wasn’t here. I still see his Jameson in the pantry and I want to pour him a glass tonight but he won’t be home to drink it. I believe he is celebrating somewhere with a Jameson in hand.
The more I read about St. Paddy’s Day the more it brings a smile to my face. It is all about bringing joy, luck, and happiness into people’s lives. Whether you believe in the luck of the Irish, the shamrock, the leprachaun, or rainbows, it’s all beautiful. I believe the message spans all nationalities and religions. It is simple and reminds me so much of Gregger. Be kind, be gracious, and be thankful for your blessings. I am reminded everyday to b
e grateful for the true blessings in my life, and despite losing my greatest blessing, I have many.
Cheers to all of you!