At the end of our trip this summer, we went to Michigan to say goodbye to Mommy's grandmother who passed away in January. Because the ground was frozen in northern Michigan when she died, the funeral was postponed until Memorial Day. Unfortunately, the weather and air traffic controllers decided Mommy didn't really need to get there for the actual funeral in May and she was unable to say goodbye in person. Daddy, being the amazing person he is, took it upon himself to tack a few extra days onto the trip to Chicago to drive to Michigan so that Mommy could say her goodbyes.
It was heart wrenching and yet so poetic to see the boys gently touch the gravestone, even though they had no idea was it was.
Henry seemed fascinated by his great grandfathers grave markings. The ironic thing was that Henry Bernard is named after Mommy's grandfather, Bernard...It was heart wrenching and yet so poetic to see the boys gently touch the gravestone, even though they had no idea was it was.
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