A tribute to my grandmother Irene Edith (Daly) Wallenborn whose father, Stephen, was Irish. She collected shamrocks. She died April 2007 at age 95.
Irish Blessings
May you live to be a hundred years old...with one extra year to repent.
May you live all the days of your life.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a road downhill all the way to your door.
We drink to your coffin. May it be built from the wood of a hundred-year-old tree that I shall plant tomorrow.
May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out!
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