Finding my roots
Last year we had the opportunity to spend 2-1/2 weeks in Ireland, the lovely Emerald Isle. My husband and I visited his cousin in western Ireland. Then we had the opportunity to meet my family in Northern Ireland, cousins for the first time. It was wonderful to meet family, share stories, hugs and tears. My family in the early 1900’s.
It was a tradition in the early migration of Irish families to the U.S. to hold wakes for them before they left. They knew they would never return to Irish soil…to be buried. So it was fitting their goodbyes would be a wake.
The entire trip was one of amazement for my family and the traditions of a brilliant culture.