There is an Irish tradition called a "seisun." Basically, everyone in a small town would get together with a few instruments and plenty of drinks and sing, play music, and tell stories.
Although I do not live in Ireland, there is a decently active Irish community in the area, with several weekly seisuns. I prefer the smallest of the lot, held after hours in a German-Irish pub. In a typical week, there are about eight attendees.
Last night was my first seisun in a long time; since before May. I found that one of our members had passed on. His chair was tipped, and a shot of whiskey sat at his place.
At the end of every seisun, we sing "The Parting Glass." It's a song about bidding farewell to your comrades. I've never been good friends with someone who has died before. Now, the song is for Jim.
Sad Morning.
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