I don't recall whether I told Bill what St. Patrick meant to me, and since you are part of what keeps Bill alive, I thought I would share that with you. When I was diagnosed with Hairy Cell Leukemia a few years back, I really thought I was going to die. And, while I had returned to fully practicing my Catholicism a few years before, this event strengthened my faith. As I would pray, I would pray to St. Jude to help me return to health. But, it was to St. Patrick, to whom I prayer so that I would not fear death. I still pray to him so that I would be prepared whenever that time comes.
Since I mentioned that Bill may have celebrated this day in New York, I am posting a photo where he looks to be in his 20s, and therefore, still living in the city. Since this day (to me) always meant a day of immigrant celebration (not just Irish), my musical share is a song that Bruce Springsteen describes as a "immigrant" song.
American Land
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