My Irish Me

I'm Irish you know. Half Irish actually, which is a lot. My dad was born in Wicklow, Ireland.

I'm told that I look like my Dad even though he had black hair and very blue eyes. But it's the features, especially the smile...a little crooked. I also have a crooked right pinkie just like my dad's crooked right pinkie. He said it was a "Keith" thing. I love it. I'm also quite reserved like my dad. A little anti social. I prefer a lot of alone time.

I love water and I'd like to think that it's because my father was born near the Irish Sea. I think it's a genetic imprint because I grew up in the west far from any ocean. Water is magic for me. It does things to my soul like nothing else in this world. I could live on an island and be perfectly happy. Water, sand, sun.....perfection.

The closest I've come to heaven has been Boston. A close second, Rhode Island. So my genetic imprint prefers the east. Oregon, and California aren't quite as magical for me(though I do love Carmel).

I don't know if I'll ever make it to Ireland, so I've decided to give my house a name. I'm calling it "Wicklow Manor" in honor of my heritage. In honor of my dad.

March 17th has always been a special day for me. My eyes are very green. Irish green. I never wear green on St Patrick's day. When someone goes to pinch me, I tell them I'm Irish and my green is always with me....

My grandfather was born on March 17th and my dad believes he died on March 17th. He actually died on March 16th, but I believe God will somehow fix it.