As I sit here with coffee that contains a shot of Irish Creme in my cup, I would like to wish everyone a Happy Saint Patrick's Day. Big Guy is still sick with his cold, so he won't be celebrating to hardily. I, however, embrace my Irish heritage on this day. The irony does not escape me that today, we celebrate the triumph of Irish Catholicism over Paganism. I can only give a wry smile over it.
Admittedly, Saint Patrick's day is not really an Irish holiday, but more of a "diaspora" holiday. We've turned it into a holiday for everyone to remember their Irish heritage, no small feat when you consider that the third largest ethnic group in America is the Irish. Of course, my family tends to add to that number, throwing ourselves whole-heartedly into our Irish history. Mom says we'd probably be considered "Shanty Irish" and it's always amusing to see how my family interacts with each other. People will fight, yell, bitch and snipe at each other.... And then 10 minutes later it's pretty much forgotten. Why? Because you're family, and that's what family does.
So, go out and embrace your family. Raise a glass in memory to the ones who are gone and enjoy time with the ones still here. That's what I did.