My cousin Fidelma will not allow me to take her photo. She certainly wouldn't want it posted here.
Though I cannot visually prove I even have a cousin Fidelma, those out there in cyberland will just have to believe.
This mythical cousin in this mythical country.
I would not really be here in Ireland if it weren't for our friendship in so many ways. I feel blessed that we got to know each other after my mum died and I was able to come back to Ireland to a family wedding. It started it all. She came out to New York City and here I am back for another family wedding.
This time we started our genealogy investigations and we got to have longer to hang out and chat. I liked that a lot.
I think she thinks I am insane and I think she is insane and that is why it works.
She is a woman of a lot of words and few words. Here are some: "Hm." "Mm." Mm-mm" and the two-syllable negation: "No-ah!"
Here are some expressions that I learned from her that I quite like:
A reaction to therapy: "Build a bridge and get over it."
A reaction to being taken advantage of: "I was born at night, but not last night."
Today I had to say goodbye after such a great visit. I will miss her, but I will see her again somewhere and that is good.