I knew St. Patrick's Day was going to be a difficult day for me this year. Although I'm just a fraction Irish, I inherited the Irish soul from my grammy, who passed away last fall. I distinctly remember her St. Patrick's Day parties from when I was a little girl. One of my fondest of these memories is her dancing the Irish sword dance, laughing as everyone looked on at her. As I grew older and started attending my own St. Patrick's Day celebrations, it became tradition for me to call her on the actual day, or the day after, to tell her of my plans or what had transpired the day before. She always found it all so entertaining, as any of my friends who know of her can attest to. I wasn't able to do so this year, but I decided to have a token of her memory with me all day. This was her four-leaf clover necklace. She had a four-leaf clover with her at all times, so I'm grateful I was able to have this with me today.
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