On his 84th birthday my father said,
I want you to do something for me.
So what d'ye want me to do?
I want you to take me to Leitrim to see Deirdre.
Aye. I will. Some day soon.
It never happened. He took a stroke just a couple of weeks later. This weekend was the first time I went back to Leitrim. It was his birthday weekend.