My father had this philosophy going. Always looking forward. Not to the point of destroying the day he was in but lightening his heart when the weather got bad, or someone died, or he felt lonesome.
I'm glad he shared it with me.
This year, in August, my family and I are exploring the Beara Peninsula, the land of my mother's people, the O'Sullivan Clan.
And we're staying here:
This is the music that will accompany us, The O'Sullivan March with the Chieftains:
What do you think?