Two real stories to end the week

A quirky redefinition of the term, RIP. Made me smile.

And from Sheila Lennon, a lovely tale in time for St. Paddy’s: A Danny Boy for my Father.

Danny Boy was one of my Dad’s favorite songs, too. He was, he would say, descended from lace-curtain Irish–a tale told me with a straight face, but smile writ large in bright blue eyes.

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