Delia Neylan Schmitt, 1925-2010

"Delia" - diminutive of Bedelia, variant of Bridget, Celtic god of fire and poetry

Born a unicorn,

Of word and flame,

Married a lion,

Now one in Everything. 

"Of all the money that e'er I spent

I spent it in good company

And all the harm that ever I did

Alas, it was to none but me

And all I've done

For want of wit

In memory now, I can't recall

So fill to me the Parting Glass

Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that e'er I had

They're sorry for me to be going away

And all the sweethearts that e'er I had

They wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls unto my lot

That I should rise, and you should not

I gently rise, and I softly call

Goodnight, and joy be with you all."

Love you Gram!  Nobody ever like you, before or after!  You are badly missed, and cherished!  My children will know all about you, and the way you lived your life.  You will be remembered and honored, every time I sing an Irish song, every time I cook at home, and every time I catch myself straying from the kind of life you lived.  Your example, through love, will bring me back, and keep me humble.