The whole Mulliken side of our family gathered in Boston to bury my dad at the Woodlawn Cemetery. It was a somber reason to visit, but a great way to get us all away from home, together, and exploring a place we did not know well. We hit it hard, relaxed, and had a blast. These pictures are out of order, but tell the story of our long weekend together better than any words could. So, going to leave this post to them.
I will add one more thing. This picture. Owen drew it before we left for the trip. When I asked him what he was drawing he explained that this was he and I at grandpa's burial. I love how we have our arms around each other, I love his rendition of grandpa's ashes next to us, and the broken heart up near the sky. He wanted this picture to be buried with grandpa.
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