My husband passed away 3/31/15. I did not need a boulder up side my head to make me realize that tomorrow is not guaranteed. But a boulder it was to be.  We had many plans but alas, that was not in the cards. I promised my husband that I would not sit in the house and wither away. What better way to keep that promise than to go to Ireland and explore? What little I know of my "roots" is my family, the Parhams, left England for Ireland. Where it goes from there I know not but it will be…