What’s On – Things to Do in Dublin in April 2019

April 2019

April, it makes a fool of us all at the start! It brings cherry blossoms, longer days, sunshine and showers. Chocolate. Eggs. Chocolate eggs. My littlest, Cassidy will be two years old this month. And we’ll celebrate this milestone with family and friends. Two years of pure love. With his dark curly hair, and such warm smiling eyes. I’m still trying to interpret their colour. He’s adventurous, clever and mischievous. A great little eater and talker. I warn him about the dangers of doing both, at the same time. Chew chew chew. Good boy. And his dance moves! You’d have to see them to believe them. His moves and sound effects. I never knew a two year old could beatbox. Until now.

It’s also my Dad’s birthday this month.

Patrick Kavanagh’s poem ‘Wet Evening In April’ was first published on April 19, 1952. That’s 67 years ago. My Dad was born on April 20th 1952. He would have been 67 years old this year. ‘Twas it all a coincidence? Or none at all, to find this poem, and stumble on that date, as I wrote this post. Am I clutching at straws for little signs? Of what I don’t know. Just because they were both from Monaghan. My Dad, six months gone this April. He’s walking the drumlins made of stars. And I miss him.