This morning I had to leave the house by 7:30 to go set up for a funeral. To be more specific, an Irish Catholic funeral. I know the sister of the guy who passed away, she owns a winery that I was suppose to play at this past sunday night for an annual St. Pat’s dinner & concert that I do every year. She cancelled the event because her niece was getting married in St. Louis on saturday. Sadly, her brother, who was well known & loved in the Irish community in St. Louis, passed away at the wedding reception, a very tragic & sad tale.
I used to play in a traditional Irish band, so I provided an hour of music for the visitation, & sang the Parting Glass right before the Mass started, as they were closing the casket. He had set aside funds for a full on celebration, with a Wake, etc.
In honor of this event, I made a cup of this Irish Breakfast before I left the house this morning, but I barely got to drink any of it, as it stayed hot for too long. After I was done playing, I slipped out to the car & polished it off, even though it was cold by then. Still delicious.