I often think about an old Irishman. One that I happen to look quite a bit like. This is my dad. He had auburn hair (that never grayed), and pretty green eyes. As many an Irishman from his era, he was somewhat prone to shenanigans and often full of malarkey! And I miss him.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of his hand.