Dear Family & Friends, 

St. Patrick’s Day was always a special occasion in our house.  We would gather for our annual corned beef and cabbage. Richie always laughed when I told the butcher that I needed corned beef for 20 people. After all, it was just the four of us–Dad, Kerri, Richie and me. But, by the time St. Patrick’s Day came, I knew we would have a house full.  Dan marched in the Parade and Richie was so proud of his Dad.  As you can see, I had to include a picture of Dad in his top hat and tails.  

Richie’s last St. Patrick’s Day was spent in CCU.  I remember seeing all the marchers lining up while we were on our way to the hospital. I felt so sad.  All the memories of past celebrations and family times flooded my head.  I remembered when he was a baby, how he wouldn’t fall asleep unless we sang an Irish Lullaby to him. I could picture him waving his flag when we took him to see his first parade.  I could see him laughing and having such a good time with family and friends.  And, at the hospital, I prayed that he would wake up.  But, that was not to be.  I have reached a point in my grief that I can celebrate this holiday again. And, I thank God for family and friends that have helped me get to this point.  Of course, it is not the same. Our lives never will be the same.  

But, Richie is always here.  I still see him laughing, smiling and enjoying the days like he used to.  So, this St. Patrick’s Day, I wanted to share with you the blessings of the Irish.  Richie would want that.  And, I am sure, he will have a mighty fine celebration himself this day.  After all, he is celebrating with St. Patrick himself. 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day Everyone!
Peace!