This is a fictional story that was for a Contest.
Those are some of the lyrics from a song that was my grandpa's favorite. He loved singing that song every chance he got. He was born outside of Boston; his parents were immigrants from Ireland. He never went there, for he never had the money to go, when growing up.
After he retired; my brother, sister and I tried to get him to go. Unfortunately, he was too old to travel. He had problems walking and sat most of the time. Not going to Ireland was his only regret in life. He loved to sit and watch tv about Ireland. The three of us got him some DVDs on Ireland. He would watch them over and over. My Grandma got tired of them, but did not say a word. She knew how much it meant to him.
As, he got older, he had a difficult time even watching tv, and therefore could not watch the DVDs. He would just sit in his chair and listen to them, but was not the same. My grandma saw how sad he had gotten, over time, because of it.
One day for St. Patrick's Day, the whole family decided to get together and make it a big celebration. We ate Irish food and sang songs to the end of the night. He loved it and was nice to put a smile on his face.
Then, about a week or so later, I got a call from my grandma, and it was not good. She said he passed away in his sleep. I called my siblings and we went to visit our grandma. We talked about all the great times we had with him. After that, we made arrangements for him. We all agreed on what was best and got him cremated.
So, that is why we are all here. In the same town, where his parents were born, in Ireland. He never made it here, when he was alive, but he will rest here now. He finally got what he wanted. So, with great honor, I would like it if we all would sing his favorite song, one last time.
"There's a tear in your eye and I'm wondering why that it ever should be there at all. With such power in your smile sure a stone you'd beguile and there's never a teardrop should fall..."