Thursday, March 17, 2011

Alphabe Thursday - "W" Is For Wearing of the Green - March 17, 2011

Remembering Mayra

Today everyone is Irish,
And enjoys a festive whirl,
But while most are celebrating,
Edith mourns her oldest girl.

Toasts are raised on high to Ireland,
And folks remember the old sod,
But in one California city,
A saddened mother questions God.

On this very day, ten years ago,
In far El Salvador,
Four children told their mom goodbye,
As she went off to the store.

She never came back home to them,
A speeding driver took her life,
This daughter, sister, mother,
And a loving husband's wife.

So Edith doesn't dance a jig,
Tears always dim her eyes,
Every 17th of March, my friend,
Spends time in prayer and cries.

St. Patrick, I beseech you,
I know that Mayra's there,
May all the saints and angels,
Keep her in your care.

Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) Carmen Henesy
March 17, 2011



I know that St. Patrick's Day is usually a joyous day, filled with festivities, parades,
corned beef and cabbage, a bit ( ? ) of intoxication, the wearing of the green, and
Irish music and dance.  For Edith Vukasinovic, my dear friend and the stepmother of
my sons, Alex and Jeremy, it will always be one of the most tragic days of her life. 
It is the day her first born was killed in El Salvador, as she went to the grocery,
prior to a beach outing with her family.  This St. Patrick's Day is the 10th anniversary
of Mayra's death, an especially sad anniversary.

Since I was going to be gone much of the day ( off to UCSC Dermatology to get my
stitches removed ) and wanting to be with my youngest son tonight as he prepares to
move away from home, we decided to celebrate St. Patrick's Day together with
breakfast at a well known Irish pub in Millbrae, California.  We called and were told
that, because it was St. Paddy's Day, it would be open at 7AM, instead of their usual
8AM.  We met at 7:30AM - the only women there - but there were about thirty men
present, absorbed in some sport on Irish t.v.

Fortified with a wonderful Irish coffee  ( I think that is a great way to start the day ), I
polished off a full Irish breakfast, complete with Irish bacon, Irish sausage, black and
white pudding ( blood sausage ), eggs, beans, toast and potatoes while Edith had
scrambled eggs and corned beef.  I could barely waddle out of the place when we
were done. 

Edith will be meeting another friend this evening at an English pub for dinner!  I hope,
though, of course, she will have moments of sadness on this terrible anniversary, she
knows that her friends cherish her and hold her close.  I never knew Mayra but she
must have been a lovely daughter.  She has one terrific mother.

Rest in Peace, Mayra!

Erin Go Bragh



Sign - Fiddler's Green, popular Irish pub, Millbrae, CA


Edith Vukasinovic


Beer selection


Bar at Fiddler's Green


Cheers from Edith


Cheers from Carmen - with steristrips on my nose!


Edith's corned beef and scrambled egg


My full English breakfast


Starving friends!


I am participating in Jenny Matlock's Alphabe Thursday  - check out the site and join in the fun!




15 comments:

  1. Sending hugs and prayers to Edith, her son and you.
    xo jj

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  2. I pretty much missing the whole St. Patrick Day thing today. I had a lot of work to do, and some of it even for money! Maybe I'll make some soda bread tomorrow.

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  3. looks like a fun time with friends.Carmen did you get in a bar room brawl?

    Love/ hugs and take care of yourself

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  4. Until I read what they were, I thought you had painted a lovely clover on your nose. :-) Your poem was a lovely memorial for your friend's daughter. You're such a wonderful friend.

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  5. Wonderful poem, Carmen, sad but wonderful! Your breakfast looks great..

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  6. So nice you could be with your friend on a sad anniversary -- and what terrific looking breakfasts!

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  7. What a wonderful thing to spend time with your friend and help her feel loved on this sad anniversary.

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  8. What a sweet post! You are a terrific and loving woman, Carmen.

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  9. Oh such a touching poem. I can't imagine what she has gone through - it is good she has great friends to help her through the bad days. Thank you for a wonderful 'W' post!

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  10. Felice serata :)
    Myriam

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  11. delightful..
    you look cool in green,
    grins.

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  12. I agree...your friendship, love and support surely was special on this day, remembering the loss of ber loved one.

    Blessings & Aloha!

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  13. that food looks delicious! the simple moments with friends, good food, quiet conversation, those are the moments that keep us going.

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  14. What a beautiful tribute to your death friend.

    She looks and sounds like a woman of strength and grace. How blessed she is to have your support at this sad time...and how blessed you are to have such a friend.

    I'm sorry about your son moving. Is that a good thing for you?

    And the steri-strips? What's up with that. I need to scroll back in your posts.

    Thanks for a wonderful link Carmen. You always make me feel...and for that I am grateful.

    A+

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  15. Carmen, you wrote a most special tribute. sad. sending love and hugs.

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