There was no doubt in my mind about the perfect shot for today. My most beloved Irishman.
The family story is that when Great Grandpa came over from the old sod, he took the O' from the front of O'Donohue and stuck it behind the H. He didn't want anyone to hold the Irishness against him as they weren't so well thought of back then - nobody wanted to pretend to be Irish for the day and drink green beer.
The first Thomas Patrick owned a pub over in Ireland. We aren't real sure were anymore. I think I have heard County Cork. I love this guy - more than I thought possible to love another human being. I often say that he is a saint - at the very least, mine.
Oh that's such a lovely tribute, you can see the love shining from his eyes too.... Not long till you finish your year Cathy, what will you do going forward?
