NOTE: This is just the type of post that would have earned me an email from Dan Olmsted, "Kimbo, you add the right touch at the right time, thank you..." or something kind and reassuring like that. Goodness I miss him. His memorial is tomorrow in Falls Church, Virginia.
Readers are invited.
By Kim Rossi Stagliano
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
This is how we Rossis (Staglianos) roll. When I lived with my parents in 2005 - long story, really, you should read about it (insert eye roll) Bella made this fabulous Leprechaun hat with beard. So, we donned it, laughed our McArse's off and took photos. Mom, Dad (2 weeks gone this week at 94, his mother was a Sullivan) the girls and me.
My family was always blessed with laughter - we make jokes, tease each other, find joy in the simplest things and smile even when there's a potato famine and the Guinness has run out. Laughter = love.
Today - St. Patrick's Day - was my Dad's sister's b-day. She'd have been 98 I believe. She lived past 90. She met my girls when she was 88 or so and just "got them." Auntie Gert (nee Asunta Rossi) lost a son to violent crime, my handsome cousin Stephen. She knew what it felt like to have a child wounded, hurt, a Mother's pain. She got me. I loved her very much. My girls went to her 90th birthday party. No one in the Rossi family batted an eye - they offered a helping hand. All of them. That's family. Some are blood. Some are not. Some are gold. Others are pyrite - shining on the outside but rotten on the inside - "Fool's Gold" as pyrite is known.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. May the road rise to meet you. Always.