Tipperary

It will take me years to make sense of all this -- to make emotional sense, that is. I know that I'll go back over the "evidence" again and again for things that I insufficiently celebrated.

Such as the size of the spirit possessed by my mother, April Burke -- to use the money she had been left for such a noble and brilliant enterprise, to keep beauty preserved. And to perceive the man who loved her, even if it took her a while. Or did it?

And such as my real father, Charles O'Brien, whose writings taught me that we do not have to continue as we were. Or thought we were.
And that life brings out its brightest colors only when you ask.

FROM
Tipperary: A Novel
by Frank Delaney