In Dublin today I finally learned why B was so anxious to have me visit Ireland with her: today we visited the grave of her friend Nuala O’Faolain for whom I am named. I never knew Nuala, but from all accounts, she really was somebody. We had a very special Sunday afternoon visiting with Nuala’s family who were were extraordinarily warm and welcoming. It was a beautiful, bittersweet day.
Dublin is getting ready for Christmas…