Further Note on Irish Taid
Mar. 21st, 2009 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxMy paternal grandfather has my name.
What scared me the very most was something that happened, back in 1993. I was over in Co. Mayo, Ireland, burying my then recently-passed paternal Grandmother.
I happened to note that she was being buried in the plot next to Irish Taid, which had been set aside for her some forty years before (yes, they really did go in for mourning for life back then).
So as Irish Nanna's box was going into the hole, I happened to read the grave, and you can imagine how I felt when I saw my name staring back at me.
It's something I never, ever forgot.
When it's my turn, I want my inscription marked out in Oghams.
What scared me the very most was something that happened, back in 1993. I was over in Co. Mayo, Ireland, burying my then recently-passed paternal Grandmother.
I happened to note that she was being buried in the plot next to Irish Taid, which had been set aside for her some forty years before (yes, they really did go in for mourning for life back then).
So as Irish Nanna's box was going into the hole, I happened to read the grave, and you can imagine how I felt when I saw my name staring back at me.
It's something I never, ever forgot.
When it's my turn, I want my inscription marked out in Oghams.
