A Trip of a Life Time

Thirteen years ago I took a trip to Ireland, September of 1996.

Little did I know as I flew across the Atlantic I was embarking on a trip that would come to mean so much to me.

My sister and I along with my father rented a car; we set out on the longest Sunday drive for the next 12 days with no reservations at any hotels, no set plans for our travels, just a car our map and 12 days ahead of us with nothing planned. What we did not know is that we would literally drive around the entire country, taking us full circle starting and ending in Shannon; ok we didn’t go to northern Ireland so it was not the entire country per se but if we had stayed longer I am sure events would have brought us in that direction. The days between landing and taking off made up the most amazing vacation of my life. Memories that would come to be cherished for a life time; six months after our trip we would lose the man that would have the greatest influence on our lives, our father.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day Dad, and thanks for giving us the life we have and help mold us in to who we are today. This shot is way before I picked up the camera and started shooting as a hobby. I wish I would have done better this shot would be awesome.

4 thoughts on “A Trip of a Life Time

  1. tricia

    Smokin Joe loved that tree, he laughed at me in Ireland cause I took pictures of all the doors in Ireland… Tree’s were his thing, this tree blew away the one in Rhode Island that he loved….
    It was nice to see the joy on his face when we found this tree… correct me if I am wrong but I think this was in Blarney!!!
    I can’t imagine that there is a Dad greater them him!! So smart, wish I realized how smart he was before he died…
    The saying you don’t know what you have until it’s gone!!! So true…. I would give anything to see him for just one second… long enough to say “I love you”…

  2. mike

    “I’ll tell me ma when I go home, The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
    They pulled my hair, they stole my comb, But that’s all right ’til I go home…”
    when i stare at the picture dad and the tree start melting together — he walked to the beat of a drum only he could hear — and i think sometimes he had trouble hearing it too — you know that far off gaze he would get into and then twist his head like puppy trying to figure out what he is hearin “..She is handsome, she is pretty, She’s the belle of Belfast City, She goes courtin’, a one, two, three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?…”

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