St. Patrick's Day always reminds me of my grandpa, Jack McMann, a proud Irishman. When he died, my mom and I both took one of his shamrock plants that I imagine he picked up during his daily trip to the grocery store the March before he died. I love this little part of Papa that I keep alive in my home. Every year I make sure to wear a little green in his honor. I smile to think his eyes are smiling down on me today.
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