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Aoife

They said it got easier with time It was a partial truth Yes, ti so that reht back in that deep, dark pit of hurt

I remembered the day of the small, intimate service I held after my mother passed away The Catholic priest placed a weathered hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye, as if he wanted his next words to really be felt

“May the road rise up to meet you May the wind always be at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields”

And to this day—a year after I first heard it—that blessing written by Willia to me Maybe I even took it to heart

“May the road rise up to meet you”

And that first line echoed into do what my mother always told me to do, and that was to follow my heart to where my true life was

I o, a year after my mom passed And I’d never felt more at home in a place

My mother and father were Irish, born and raised, but I hadn’t ever knoho my father was I never s my mom told me about hi character After she’d gotten pregnant at the young age of eighteen, she’d been all but snubbed, looked down upon, and condemned by her small, very traditional home

She n country, and started a brand-new life She had h I knew it had been hard for her, sheand dedicated person than my mother She hadn’t only been my mom She was le endeavor I’d done She helped ht fro, anyone I want, as long as I wanted it bad enough