Lessons from a foreigner

We all have a story to tell. I was raised by two beautiful Irish souls who instilled in me the profound teachings of God. My parents embodied a strong faith, especially clear during my mum’s illness and my dad’s dutiful care during this difficult time. I miss them both dearly and often look for connections to Ireland. 

Over the years, my sons have joked that I always find something Irish, no matter where we go. Not long ago, I stumbled upon a documentary about the history of enslaved Irish people in Barbados. By chance, my family and I had been planning a special holiday there. On arrival, I fell in love with Barbados; it’s an island paradise, brimming with lush forests, mischievous green monkeys, whistling frogs and crystal blue waters surrounding a warm-hearted and easy-going people, and is also home to one of the highest concentrations of centenarians in the world.