Today would have been Patrick's 76th birthday. I met him in high school. He was 17 and I was just fifteen. He should have lived. He should not have smoked but he thought he was invincible, I think. I wish he had been. No one is.
He has missed so much. We had such plans.
I like to think he would be happy about the way I am leading my life and his children are all leading theirs. I think he knows I'm doing fine. We are all well..and miss him. He was my Irishman.
We always celebrate our Irish backgrounds..and this year is no exception. A big party is planned.. I'll take pictures..
He would have liked that I think...