I arrived in Ireland feeling so sick from the overnight plane ride that I could hardly wait to get to the hotel room and crash. My family found me there hours later and described me as comatose. Not a great start to a trip of a lifetime, but then again, we know I am not a good traveler.

Albeit a rough first day, the trip was everything and more than I thought it could be. The country is gorgeous, the people are friendly, the rumors of how much drinking happens are all true. We stayed in a hotel in downtown Dublin so walking to shops, bars and restaurants was easy. It was delightful. My favorite part of it was the awareness that our clan all live there in some other life.

It was uncanny how many people we saw that made us take a double look to know they were not our family and friends from Canada. We are shopping in Penny’s, and I see Sandra heading into the make-up section. Before my brain could remind me that Sandra (aka sweetie) passed two years ago, I shouted out, “Sweetie, over here!” This person was a carbon copy. She wasn’t the only one there. We saw family and friends that are no longer here on earth, and some that are still here. It became a game of who we would see next. We agreed that Ireland is our clan’s serene matrix.

A highlight for me had to be the Jameson Distillery tour. We went on our last day. We took ‘the dude’. We went because Zane would love this tour. I wanted to find a whiskey I can enjoy better than the original one we must drink in his honor. The distillery is surrounded by apartments overlooking the courtyard. I smiled. This is where Zane would be living. The energy of this place had me in tears from the first step inside the door.  The tour itself was divine.

When learning of the process and history of Jameson & Son, we were told that each bottle label has the phrase “Sine Metu”. It means without fear.  Zane’s friend had taught him “wo bu pa” to which Zane shared with his friends. He loved the phrase, which is about “I am not afraid.” The similarity of the Irish phrase had our jaws drop.

At the end of the tour, we shopped for souvenirs and a bottle to bring home. I was drawn to a brand of Jameson’s called Method & Madness. It was another term Zane used a lot. A young woman who worked there came up beside me and I asked about this brand. She told me that it was the whiskey that changed her mind about all whiskeys. She first tried it seven years ago. Her favorite is Hazelnut. It has been seven years since I have held Zane.  Hazelnut was Zane’s coffee favorite, as is mine. I was sold. And then she said her name was Rachel (the name of a girl that Zane had loved deeply). I threw my arms around her. She had no idea why I was hugging her.  Why I was crying. She just hugged me back and said, “I promise you will enjoy this”.

Ireland brought us together with friends who showed us their homeland. It gave us glimpses of loved ones who are no longer with us, but reassurance that they are not gone. It gave us a connection to our own roots, our heritage and why we live with the attitude that there is always time for “one more shot”!  This trip gave me the comfort that for each of us, there is a liminal place where we will be rejoined with those we love and miss. For me, it is Ireland.

Gratitude goes to my daughter who insisted I take this trip with her as a gift from her brother and her.  Apparently, it is something they had wished for, to which she says she can now strike off her own bucket list.