Our Danny boy
Imagine your favorite little leprechaun - even if he was almost 5'10" - a part of your entire life, then facing your first St. Patrick's Day without him. Blah.
The Guinness flowed, green was worn, and long-faded brogues suddenly returned. (As always, I skipped the corned beef and cabbage.) But there was no lucky Irishman to treat my mom to a night out, tell stupid Irish jokes or just... be him.
Things to avoid next year: Danny Boy, parades, cry-prone drunks.