John Aloysius Mullally slept on away from us on Sunday, March 25, 2012. He was 95 years old. The last living grandchild of Irish immigrants Michael and Mary Mullally, John was an exceptional husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, father-in-law and friend. Most of all, John was a gentleman. Like the kind you see in those old black and white movies. What a privilege to have known him!
On June 30, 2012, that would have been his 96th birthday, family members from the States and around the world gathered to celebrate his life and to mourn his passing in a manner that he would have appreciated. John loved a party. I remember him laughing, joking, taking us for long rides on roads in Sullivan County, New York that he knew like the back of his hand, building our son’s first snowman, helping strangers and dancing. I remember him dancing.
A really hot day! Hours after this barbecue, a freak land hurricane hit the D.C. area, knocking down mature trees and leaving hundreds of thousands without power. Bizarre.
Christine, an engineer, created the most beautiful salads I have ever seen. The lady has an eye and incredible taste!
The colors popped!
John’s three sons all look like him. So Irish! So cute
Two of John’s granddaughters. Beautiful girls.
I just got off the plane this morning and I can’t believe I’m posting. One more picture. Back in the day, we spent a whole day in Beijing’s Hard Rock Cafe, into the night with my husband’s cousin and his lovely wife Kathy. Unforgettable.
So nice to see everyone!