Cobh, Ireland is the most reverent place I have ever been. When I first arrived I was taken by the somber almost subdued tone of the town. As I walked down to the waterfront, I stood at the statue of Annie and her brothers and said a prayer for all that left their homeland in search of a better life. Later, a lovely man sitting near me at the JFK park told me the sad tale of the "American Wakes", Irish families sending their loved ones off to a new country, knowing they would never see them again.
The water at the coast has a palpable energy - the memorials to the emigrants, Titanic and Lusitania are living reminders of all the souls that passed through and from there. May you all rest in peace.