Every year on St Patrick's Day, I think about my GrandDa. When he was diagnosed with lung cancer late in 1961, he was determined to see one more St Paddy's Day... and he did. That was the one day of the year when he could enjoy his Jameson's without too much grief from my grandmother. I barely remember him, but this photo of the two of us is very special to me.
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