Three Days in August

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- I am stretched on your grave

and I'll lie there forever

if your hands were in mine

I'd be sure they could not sever

my apple tree, my brightness

it's time we were together

for I smell of the earth

and am worn by the weather

when my family thinks

that I'm safely in my bed

from morn until night

I am stretched out at your head

calling out to the earth

with tears hot and wild

my grief for the girl

that I loved as a child

do you remember

the night we were lost

in the shade of the blackthorn

and the chill of the frost

so I'm stretched on your grave

and will lie there forever

if your hands were in mine

I'd be sure they could not sever

my apple tree, my brightness

it's time we were together

for I smell of the earth

and am worn by the weather

my apple tree, my brightness

it's time we were together

for I smell of the earth

and am worn by the weather

- um, maybe right down there?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

I'm so sorry.

- Shannon, thanks for coming.

- You okay?

- Ah, hanging in there.

Sam, good to see you again.

- I'm sorry, Aiden.

- And look at this one here.

A man before my eyes.

She'd be pleased to

know that you were here.

- You must be Liam.

I hear you're quite the Irish

dancer.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- I'm Sam.

This is my wife Shannon.

- Of course!

Maggie's daughter.

Aiden told me so much about you.

- Is it okay if I take this down

there?

- Of course, please.

- Hey, there's grandma and

grandpa.

- Thank you for coming.

- Aiden, I'm sorry for your

loss.

If there's anything we can do.

- John, thank you.

Thanks for coming, Maureen.

Thanks for making the trip down.

I appreciate it.

- And where should we sit,

sweetie?

- Why not just join Sam.

He's right up front.

- Okay.

- Can I talk to you?

- Is everything all right?

- Yeah, I just want to

talk to you for a minute.

- Okay.

You know, I fell in love

many times in my life.

Trouble was, it was always

with the same woman.

- I know you loved her, Aiden.

- That wonderful, wicked woman.

- I'm so sorry.

- Shannon, I know I'm only your

stepfather

and really have no right to ask

you,

but will you please say a few

words

to honor your mother?

- Oh, I don't think I'm

the right person for that.

- Of course you are.

- I have no idea what I would

say.

- It would mean the

world to me if you'd try.

Shannon, I can't go up there

and talk about her right now.

I'm asking you, please,

would you do this for me?

- Sure, okay, yeah.

I'll say something, yeah.

I'll say something.

- Liam, please put the phone

away.

What was that all about?

Is everything okay?

- He wants me to say a few

words.

- Are you okay with that?

- Yeah.

- Welcome to all on this blessed

day

as a child of god returns

to the kingdom of heaven.

Before proceeding to the

cemetery for the burial service,

Maggie's daughter Shannon

is now going to come up

and say a few words.

Shannon?

- Did you know she was gonna

talk?

- No.

Didn't know that.

- It's making me most

uncomfortable.

- Let's just try to be

supportive, okay?

- Oh, supportive.

I think we're supportive

just by being in here.

- Shh!

Three Irishmen were adrift

at sea, terribly thirsty.

Suddenly a mermaid swims up and

says,

"I shall Grant you one wish."

Without thinking, one

of the Irishmen says,

"turn the sea to beer."

The mermaid says, "let it be!"

And the sea was turned to beer.

Then one of the other

Irishmen stands up and says,

"shite!

Where are we gonna piss?"

For those of you who don't know

me,

I am Shannon, Maggie's daughter.

I was given up for adoption at

birth.

I guess it was so I wouldn't

have to listen to her jokes.

Funny thing is that I

didn't get to know Maggie

until recently.

Those of you who know her,

you know how tough she was.

Had to be.

But what most of you might not

know

is she was a great artist,

an artist that was never

given the opportunity

to pursue her passion.

In addition to my blue eyes

and...

God, her eyes, and my fair skin,

I too am an artist.

About a year ago I

decided to rent a place,

send out invitations because I

was going

to paint a family portrait.

My whole family.

- Hurry up!

Let's go, c'mon.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

C'mon, c'mon.

Hurry up!

Come on!

Stop.

After you.

- Whoa!

Oh my god!

- Yeah.

- Think it's big enough?

Yeah, over here.

- Mom, how did you find this

place?

- Oh, a friend recommended it to

me.

You'll appreciate this.

I had the canvas delivered a few

days ago.

- Yeah, what is with the canvas?

- I wanted to paint the family,

and get us together for a few

days,

away from the house.

- Cool.

- Remember, take plenty

of photos this weekend.

- Okay.

Yeah, no problem.

I'll just, ah, I'll do that.

- You little!

- C'mon, c'mon!

- Oh, shut it!

I'll get you.

- Hey, I brought the bags in.

How's the studio?

Because it cannot be any

better than this kitchen

and there is a smoker

and a barbecue out back.

- It's perfect.

What did I say?

- You're right.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- All right you.

- Wait before you pull in here.

- Oh just sh-sh-sh.

I think this is it.

What do you think?

- Well...

Yep, those are the longhorns on

the gate.

- Uh-huh.

- Yep, this is it.

- Okay.

This is nice.

- A little rustic, huh?

- Wow.

- Daddy?

- Your parents are here.

- Yeah.

They're here!

Uh-oh, I can't miss.

Oh!

- Hey!

- Oh, momma!

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