Valentine's Day has never been a huge event at our house (Jim may not entirely agree with that). Mostly, we can take it or leave it, especially in recent years. This year we spent the day with the kids at the zoo and had a pretty good day. But today if felt important that we make it a special day because of what happened two years ago on February 14th.
On this day in 2007 Jim and I were in Dublin, I think on the third day of our trip. Our day started with a tour of St. Patrick's Cathedral and then we visited Marsh's Library. We walked to the Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church where the remains of St. Valentine are enshrined. We hunted down Burdock's Fish and Chips, said to be the best in Dublin and unbeknownst to us, right around the corner from our hotel. After lunch was Merrion Square and the Natural History Museum. At dinner we ate real boxty for the first time, then finished with music and drinks at the Brazen Head Pub (which Mike and Scott both HAVE to experience).
It wasn't until two days later that we found out that while we enjoying our last day in Dublin, our daughter and her children were being thrown out of her house in Nebraska, and friends and family here at home were frantically trying to get them to California. I'm not going to bore you with the details. The reason I couldn't stop thinking about this today is that there is a cold lump of hatred in my heart that bursts into flame every time that man or that day is mentioned or even flits across my mind. I've never felt this for someone before, and it's not a feeling I'm proud of. But I'm not letting it go, either. No one deserves to be treated the way they were.
So spending today with family in the sunshine and having a good time was a positive thing. There was plenty of love going on there.
Sorry for the rant.
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