Yes, it's that time of year again. The day where everyone gets black-out drunk on green-dyed beer to celebrate a Christian saint who brought Christianity to Ireland. If Saint Patrick can see what we're doing to celebrate his name, he'll shake his head in shame and petition God for another world-clearing flood.

To be honest, this day is not a joyous day for me. Two years ago on this day, my grandmother passed away due to pancreatic cancer. I still remember that day; the phone call from my grief-stricken sister, rushing to the hospital, seeing my grandmother laid-up on that hospital bed, and saying my goodbyes before the life faded from her eyes. She was one of my major influences in my life, and losing her still haunts me to this day.

So, instead of drinking just to get drunk, raise a glass to your loved-ones who are no longer with us. Remember the times that they left a lasting impact on your life and know that they love you even after their gone. Here's to you grandma; you'll always be in my heart and the hearts of your family, friends and loved ones.

Cheers...