I remember a pre-teen version of myself timidly approaching the elderly woman behind the counter of the Irish Store and asking if she had a print of the Doors of Dublin. Ryan was there too and our plan was to buy this print and have it framed for our Grandmother who spoke often about the old country. She spoke with such fondness of Dublin and Irish sayings and legends and we knew she'd love the Doors of Dublin on the wall of her Gilford home.
For many, St. Patrick's Day has become an excuse to party and drink to excess. For me, it's a reason to remember good times with my Grandma. She's not feeling particularly well right now but I like to think she knows it's St. Patrick's Day. Grandma, may the Lord keep you in His hand and never close His fist too tight.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
