What an emotional week. My parents, who were both avid Cats fans, tried to turn me into an Irish step dancer by driving me to lessons every week. My sister succeeded; I failed, most miserably. I did gain a lifelong love of Irish folk music, though.
Trudging around Dublin, I was surprised at how weepy I was while singing and hearing the songs my dad and I loved. Yesterday, at the game with one of my sons and two of my grandsons (5th generation Cats fans), the joyful tears hit me hard again. Thinking about how my parents would have loved every minute and knowing how we loved every minute, it all felt so right, so very, very right.
Trudging around Dublin, I was surprised at how weepy I was while singing and hearing the songs my dad and I loved. Yesterday, at the game with one of my sons and two of my grandsons (5th generation Cats fans), the joyful tears hit me hard again. Thinking about how my parents would have loved every minute and knowing how we loved every minute, it all felt so right, so very, very right.
