As you could see in the previous post, we took Julian to his grandfather’s gravesite last week.
I have no illusions that he’ll remember any of it, nor that he understood in any way what he was seeing. That doesn’t matter to me. I took him there because it was important to me, and to my mother, that we build a legacy of visiting my dad’s grave with him. At some point, these visits will be important to him, I hope, and I want him to be able to look back on these photos and understand that he’s been visiting the grave for longer than he can remember.