Scattering Dad on the Emerald Isle

Son, you definitely need smoke and prayers more than most. So I'm sending up some extra from where I am now ... and some of the usual variety when I get home (Virginia).

Hoping you can get a little general enjoyment amongst all the angst.:thumbup:
 
Jake I can certainly understand your frustration as well as relate to it as our older generation was just as you describe. But take it from me and enjoy them while you can and as long as you have them. Life is often cut short way before we think someone's time should be up and you can believe me that no matter how frustrating and maddening they can be while they're still around they will be dearly missed when they're no longer with you.

And of course ~~Smoke~~ and ~~Song~~ from ndn territory if I can wrap my fingers around a Flute.:thumbup: ;) :D

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Safe travels, Jake,

I find I canna' help sounding a bit Irish whenever I make a toast. :)
 
Well we all made it back safe and sound, friends.

To be honest, it was a great trip. Sure, by the end of the trip I was incredilby ready to get back to my quiet routine life. However, this was a trip of a lifetime.

If you ever get the chance to experience the beauty of Ireland first hand, please do it. The cards and film do it no justice. The striking beauty is breathtaking. I have honestly never seen a more gorgeous landscape in all my life.

We scattered dad in a clear stream that fed into the lake where he loved to fish. We were two weeks out of season to get into the lake, but he wouldn't mind. Th water was pure and and clean and clear. It was a quick yet meaningful moment.

Thank you all so much for the smoke and prayers. Sometime when I have a little more time, I'll share the tell of "The ill-gotten scones". A more memorable trip, i cannot imagine.
 
We are SO Glad to hear it went Well!!
Sandy n Ed

PS: What a Great lil piece!!
Thx!

Dad's favorite Irish Blessing/Toast

May those that love us love us
And those that don't love us
May God turn their hearts
And if He cannot turn their hearts
May he turn their ankles
So that we will know them by their limping
 
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