Bernard T. Fitzpatrick

“ May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May the lord hold you in the palm of his hand” - traditional Irish blessing.

My pop pop was an Irish man who swore his father once played cards with the devil and that he walked 10 miles to school with potatoes in his pockets to keep his hands warm then ate them for lunch. A tough old marine who cherished the...