Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Two Hours Until...

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  1. To be honest, son, I have trouble believing this moment has arrived. Nor did I ever imagine when we left Ireland (when you were seven years old), that you'd ever return to the land of your birth to live, to stay, to put down roots. I know it's only a body of water that physically separates us now, so I can't explain why I'm having such an emotional time with this transition. Ah well, this too will pass ...

    May the roads rise with you,
    And the wind be always at your back;
    And may the Lord hold you in the hollow of His hand.

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