Everyone went out to the grounds after having a wonderful lunch in the function room. There were lanterns and pole lights everywhere, and a stage was set up with a drum set, guitars, and bass guitars from my studio/music room. While I went to my room to change into one of my mother's old dance dresses, I ran back downstairs, met James at the back door, and grabbed my mother's traditional Irish cloak quickly on the way to the grounds.
As mom walked onto the stage with Anuna, the chorus group she and uncle Michael performed with, we even had a section of wood flooring set up in front of the stage as a prompto dance floor.
"I would like to announce the first bit of entertainment for the night, after being trained and copying both Michael and I of our 1994 Eurovision interval act, I am proud to present Anuna, James Flatley, and Serena Sheppard in River dance," the performer said. "Now that we have all been fed and had a lovely conversation with each other." Katie McMahon started Anuna off with her beautiful voice, prompting everyone to clap and allowing them to join in on the chorus, as Mum said. Riverdance Performance 1994: "Hear my cry, In my hungering search for you, Taste my breath on the wind, See the sky as it mirrors my colors, Hints and whispers begin." This will basically be what is in the video.
Feel the magic and power of surrendering to life as I pulsate the blood in your veins and live to nourish and cherish you.
I linger close to your mouth in the dance as it endlessly circles, every finger touching and looking for your secrets.
I am pulsing the blood in your veins, feeling the magic and power of surrendering to life. I am living to nourish and cherish you. James helped me onto the dance floor to make sure I didn't trip on the cloak. As I closed it and started raising it above my head, I slowly opened it and slowly lowered it to the ground. James then took the cloak out of my hands and let me start dancing, just like mom did with uncle Michael.
Whenever I had completed my dance, I got off the dance floor, permitting James to do his opposition with the drummers, very much like uncle Michael did, just contrast was that while uncle Michael's shirt was a dark blue, James' is an emerald green, this act making uncle Michael grin gladly at his nephew, the quicker the drums went, the quicker James moved his feet.
allowing the other instrumentalists to join in allowed James and I, this time wearing hard shoes rather than soft, to engage in our own "battle" before the other Riverdancers who danced with Michael and my mother in the original performance joined in perfect sync.
Meanwhile, we as a whole had favors our countenances as uncle Michael and mum couldn't help themselves and jump into the dance they made together, close by James and I, when we as a whole paused dramatically, with mum and uncle Michael gazing each other down and James and I doing likewise right close to them, everybody cheered.
Before Lily ran out of the house with her phone in her hand, we all paid our respects. Mom looked worried when she saw Lily's white as a sheet face, as if she had been told something terrible had occurred, but it couldn't have, could it?
While everyone was beginning to settle down, Lily quietly whispered something to my uncles and Philip. This made them all give me sympathetic looks and made me even more worried when I saw uncle Mark cry and grandpa, who was standing next to my uncles.
"Lily, what is going on? What has transpired? As I got closer to her, I asked her, and as my uncle Mark and grandpa's tears won the argument and they came over to hug me, she shook her head as if she didn't want to believe the news she must have received.
"Sweetpea, it would be best if your mother told you this. Keep in mind, however, that we will all be there for you, your mother, Philip, and John the infant. After whispering something to James, Uncle Michael came over to me and stated, "Probably the news that they don't want to tell me."
"Uncle Mike, please inform me that it is not about dad," I pleaded. I pleaded with him, my eyes beginning to water at the thought of the worst that could happen to him. He looked at me sympathetically and provided me with enough information in his gaze to make my own tears flow, like those of uncle Mark and grandpa.
I was so focused on getting to the library that I didn't even hear James and uncle Michael running after me until James managed to catch up to me and hold me as we fell into a wall and slid down to sit on the floor. After uncle Mark and grandpa let go of me, I immediately ran into the house and in the direction of my dad and I's - well, I guess mine now if the worst had happened.
As I wrapped my arms around James' neck and buried my head in his shoulder while still weeping and hearing James sniffle, uncle Michael finally caught up to us and wrapped his arms around us, being our rock at this very moment.
It's funny how the best time in your life can quickly turn into the worst time in your life. However, I suppose that the majority of times like these make you realize how fortunate you are and how important it is to cherish those around you with each breath.
"Sh, it's okay, we will always be here for you, darling; just as you will always want to look out for James and John, we will always look out for you and be just a call away and we will immediately be there for you; you and I were there for James when his parents passed away, and we will always be there for you, darling." As we heard a pair of hard shoes running downstairs, Uncle Michael told me, James nodding with him and embracing him even more.
"Rose, sweetheart, where are you?" James moved me between him and uncle Michael after raising his head from the top of mine when my mother called out.
"Hear aunt Anya up," He called back, and I stopped crying and let the tears just trail down my cheeks. With my head now buried in uncle Michael, we heard the hard shoes run up the staircase in our direction.
As we both cried to each other, Michael moved over so that my mother could wrap her arms around me and bury my head in her shoulder. I pulled back a little to look at my mother, but I was still leaning on her for support, and James and Michael each held one of my hands.
"Mom, how bad is it? Is dad alright?" She looked a little shocked when I asked her, but then she turned sad, probably thinking I had guessed from everyone's looks downstairs.
"He was in a really bad accident and didn't make it long enough for the ambulance to reach him," "I'm so sorry mo leanbh" (my child in Irish Gaelic). We were both crying once more when Mum told me, and James and Michael hugged us both again.
After mum and I had completed the process of sobbing for this second in time, we both idea that it was best we hit the hay, and as everybody was remaining here for the evening, we organized the rooms to fit everybody, me dozing in the thing was father's room, permitting Keira and Lynn have my space for the evening.
Lynn came in as well, carrying one of the many Irish cloaks dad got for mum when I was younger and mum danced more often. They both came over to the bed, Lynn laying the blanket over me as her and mum started to hum the instrumental to, mo ghile mear, an old Irish song they used to sing to me during rehearsals, before all three of us started to sing it to each other, James joining in on the harmonising. Mum came into the room after setting John down to sleep,
Mo Ghile Mear, also known as a Celtic Woman, says, "Lá na mara Lá na mara nó rabharta Guth na dtonnta a leanadh Guth na dtonnta a leanfad ó Lá na mara nó lom trá Lá na mara nó rabharta Lá an g
'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, ghile mear Suan gan séan n bhfuair mé féin chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, ghile mear Suan gan séan n bhfuair mé
"I love you deirfi'r beag" (in Irish Gaelic, "little sister") At the same time, Lynn and James say something, and then they both look at each other and hear me chuckle a little at them.
"And I love you both, my deartháir and deirfir," in Irish gaelic, "brother and sister." I say to them while they are snuggling into the cloak. I remember when dad gave mum this as a Christmas present. Even though they weren't together at the time, they both worked hard to make sure we were all happy, and it was the day after that that mum would meet Philip.
"Goodbye, mo leanbh," Before she and Lynn left the room, Mum softly kissed my forehead and James, and I allowed my eyes to close so that I could enter the land of the unconscious, where I could relive all of my dad's memories until I had to wake up tomorrow.