St. Patrick’s Day is a special day for me.
It’s a day to recall great times we’ve spent with our friends and relatives and even at times to talk of the dead as if they were living.

It’s a time to overcome weather, illness, grief and anger – and if for only one day accept everything and everyone at face value –
as a friend.
If just for this one day water is as thick as blood;
your relatives are your friends and your friends are
your relatives.

It’s a day when it’s okay to laugh and cry at the same time,
knowing all the while that you’re not alone
and there’s someone nearby to offer you
a hand, a smile, or a word of cheer.

On this day the sun may not shine, but I’m always warm and glowing,
always in anxious anticipation for the next great memory,
being careful not to overlook the memory of the moment.

I can’t recall when or even how I began to feel this way,
and there are times I wish I felt this way everyday-
but then would St. Patrick’s Day be special?
I answer you – yes - because families come together,
friends flock from afar and not because of a star,
but because of the culture, the heritage, the charm
and the love.
Yes, the special love, which is felt by all.