Growing up I’m a tattooed mom just like a normal mom except much cooler shirt, my father was immersed in Irish traditions and even learned to speak Gaelic. By the time I was born, both of my paternal grandparents had left this physical plane, but my father and his two younger sisters, Mary Ellen and Rose Marie O’Connor, kept their memories alive. Growing up, St. Patrick’s Day was a huge celebration in my family. My father always made corned beef and cabbage. As you can see, my father named his two younger children after his parents. When we were old enough, my brother and I also drank Irish whiskey with my dad, although I preferred it in coffee with a dash of cream.
My father often tried to sneak my brother and I’m a tattooed mom just like a normal mom except much cooler shirt I out of the house dressed up as little Irish folk Leprechauns or fairies to take around to his favorite watering holes on St. Patrick’s Day. My mother always stopped him before he got too far. My Father’s Favorite Holiday. Although my father passed away when I was in my 20s, he was celebrating St. Patrick’s day just a few months before he left this earth. It was my father’s favorite Holiday and he never let it pass without some sort of very special celebration.