today has made me miss you.


I've never really 'celebrated' St. Patrick's Day in any such form, but this year I had a feeling to. I still didnt really in any form, but to have worn the colour green today. Being the only one in my work place to, I felt as though I stuck out like a sore thumb. Though having done it for you I didnt feel so bad. To some I justified my only reasoning for it, and others I just casually agreed to it as the typical meaning. In no way did I do what most do and drink myself senseless, mock the true Irish with a horrendous drunken imitation of the way they talk, nor did I dance around as if I were a abnormally huge leprechaun. I did wish that you were here though, talking about how you love green, talking with an accent, and making it less than a night of drinking but more of oneself, and who you were. I know things are better for you now, but I still wish you were here and bragging about your luck of bein' an Irish gal.