If I’m Not Irish, What Am I?

I always believed that I was Irish. I can still hear my dad singing, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling,” “Toora Loora Loora,” and my favorite song, “Galway Bay.” As a child, daydreaming about Ireland was one of my favorite pastimes. In my mind’s eye, I danced with the fairies, conversed wth the leprechauns, kissed the Blarney Stone, and watched the sun go down on Galway Bay.
In my thirty-ninth year, a phone call from my younger sister changed all that………….

“Honor your father and your mother…(Exodus 20:12)

This chapter introduces my parents, my sister, my heritage, and the second love of my life.

Tomorrow: A Feeling of Abandonment.