Luck of the Irish…

The month of March holds quite a few meaningful days in my life, the obvious is St Patrick’s Day sharing with it other happy events that occur this month but they are not all happy there is a sad one in there creeping up on me.

When my friend gave me these hand towels as a thank you for watching the boys they hit me, they got me thinking.  I mean other than loving them and not wanting to use them because they are great they have made me think of how much really happens in my life during this month.

The sad day has to be first for if not for my father I would not have life; I am lucky to have had him as my dad. We lost him in March.

I am lucky to have a great family; two of which celebrate their births this month.

And this month I celebrate an anniversary. I decided to go on what would end up becoming that first date that was “my last first date”. In March I found that one true love of my life.

I am lucky to have a connection to the country that pays homage to St. Patrick and to have rented a car, drove through its countryside and made memories of a life time with my father and sister.

I am lucky to have good friends, real and true friends.

Like most lives we have our ups and downs but I can count myself lucky to have people in my life that make the downs bearable and ups unforgettable.

Like the hand towel says, “lucky” but if you come in to my house and try to use them you won’t be. Thank You Erin.

They say it’s your Birthday

The first song that came on my iPod today was The Beatles, Birthday. I didn’t pick it; I have it set to shuffle at random.

It was fitting that my day started with that song, for it was 80 years ago today that the woman who gave birth to me, my brother and sisters was born.

 The first very important thing to say about my mom is that she knew how to do a birthday; she created a great birthday tradition. Nothing but birthday cakes from Langeliers Bakery; the only substitution my mom would ever entertain was a cake from Ruthie. It was a sad day when Langeliers closed and from that point on my family was in search of the replacement. Today’s image is that replacement.

My mom didn’t do the huge parties with hats  and noise makers, there were no party clowns and back then there was no such thing as those humongous bouncy inflated things; it was a friend or two and family. Less attendees more cake for all of us kids.  NO my mom didn’t say that it’s my sarcasm creeping in , one thing my mom endured for  a good part of her eighty years was four kids that had a sarcastic sense of humor. We tease her, she is an easy target.  She always laughs although, there was that one time playing Taboo… but she knows it comes from a place of love.  Especially, if it’s coming from her favorite son.

Besides a birthday cake every year a place of love was really the important thing my mom made sure was in our lives. Before any one left the house, hung up from a call or was off to bed she always made sure we said I love you and if you can a hug is provided. Often my mom at the end of a day, when us kids were still living at home was followed by “night ma love you”, our conversations on the phone always have the same closing statement “bye ma love you” and she returns it with “Love you too” In fact we all say it, all my siblings and if it’s not done there is something missing.

Today is the birthday of my mom, she is 80 and I end my night saying “night ma Love you”

A Pulpit Gone Silent to Soon

This is inside the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, GA.  Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. gave sermons from this pulpit, a recording of Dr. King plays and yet as it plays there is a solemn silence while visitors sit and listen.  When you walk in and climb the stairs you hear his voice and for a brief second he is alive and you are climbing the stairs to witness one of the great sermons of Doctor Kings’.

It’s hard not to be in this place and feel it in your heart as  the words echo throughout, it’s hard to stop your mind from placing yourself in the room, in that place, feeling the energy.

There is a movie you can watch back at the center, the center is separate from the church across the street, if you come to Atlanta you have to visit. 

The movie drove me to tears, the thought of pure evil that one human could have towards another just because they are of a different color is sad, heartbreaking and made me angry.  My friends, my coworkers, my fellow human beings should never have to suffer such hatred.

A piece of music to share for today, this is part 3 of the song, a really interesting song. This part 3 wraps up an inspiring work of music.  Check it out, the artist is Moodsings, the album, Moodfood and this song is Spiritual High Part 3.