- 74 years old
- Date of birth: May 23, 1940
- Place of birth:
Detroit, Michigan, United States
- Date of passing: Jul 27, 2014
- Place of passing:
Franklin, Massachusetts, United States
|Nothing is impossible. Some things are just less likely than others. - Jonathan Winters|
Dennis Patrick Mullin was born on May 23rd 1940 in Mt. Carmel Mercy Hospital of Detroit, Michigan to the late Bernard Raymond Mullin and wife Katherine Louise Coyne. As the youngest of three children, Dennis spent his childhood in the close-knit community of Detroit in the 1950’s where he attended the Detroit Catholic Central High School, and later the University of Michigan. Dennis also served as a Private in the US Army Reserve, and was later honorably discharged in 1963.
On February 7th 1965, Dennis married Jane Elizabeth; eldest daughter of Richard Stanley Hildreth and Viola Elizabeth Perkins of St. Clair Shores, Michigan. During their thirty-seven year marriage that produced three children, they enjoyed many of the typical family antics that any couple would hope to provide.
Known for his charisma, Dennis parleyed his talents into a lively career in Sales and Marketing where his insights and business sense allowed him to broaden not only his careers horizons, but those of his family who were able to experience foreign cultures while traveling abroad. A gregarious Irishman at heart, he was always a welcomed personality at any social gathering that could liven the spirits of anyone around him, especially at the Birmingham Athletic Club. There he routinely shared his love of daily exercise with anyone willing, or able enough to give him a worthy challenge on the squash courts. After which, he could always be heard entertaining his friends with such a convincing Irish accent that, he felt, excluded him from having to wear green on St. Patrick's Day.
At home, Dennis was driven to provide for the education and health of his three children: through which his expectations of “the basics”, could not be over stated. He was also never one to shy away from what he saw as the ideal family-centric holiday experience. Whether it be Christmas around a blatantly oversized tree, or inviting any and all family members within reach of his rolodex to his annual week long get-away in northern Michigan, Dennis made a clear effort to keep everyone together for as long as possible. And if it wasn’t a holiday, Dennis could always be found with whatever tool he could get his hands on to keep the house looking as presentable as possible.
Remembered now for his silly antics, his laughter, and his amazing life stories, Dennis passed on July 27th 2014 in his home in Franklin, Massachusetts at the age of seventy-four.
Dennis is survived by his older sister Kathleen Leahy and her family; by his former wife Jane Elizabeth Mullin, and their three children: son Terrence Patrick Mullin (husband and father of three children), daughter Kennera Hildreth Melanson (and spouse); and youngest son Peter Francis Mullin, (husband and soon-to-be father.)
"What you wrote was so beautiful Peter, and I know that you're father would have apprrciated those words from you. I know that he loved you ever so much and he will be thankful. I love you cousin!!!"
"Dear Uncle Denny,
I love and miss you more than you will ever know. You have been in my heart since i learned we lost u and i love you more than you will ever know possible. I have become close to Peter and Kennera again finally at long last. I hope that makes you happy after all of these years. I love them so much. I Love you too and i miss you more than you can ever know. You are so loved Uncle Denny!!! I love you!!!!"
"Few things bring about a greater focus on life than the loss of a father. The news hits you, and suddenly you're forced into this self-inflicted guilt trip about how you could have done things differently. How you should have stayed a little later to participate in the last family gathering so as to be in that one picture that turned out to be the last as a family together. How alone he must have felt when you learn the details of his passing.
But once the shock passes and you regain your senses, you come to terms with who he was as a person and just what your relationship with him has forged into you. You look back at those moments in life with a new-found retrospective and what they eventually instilled. Such as those ridiculously stressful teenaged driving lessons where you're expected to know precisely what he's thinking while checking your mirrors for a lane change. Getting caught sneaking back into the house late at night when you think he's asleep, only to find him waiting there as he says; “I called the morgue, and they didn't find your body.” That awkward moment at the lake house when you know you're old enough to drink that “first” beer in front of him, but it still feels like it's a trap. That realization on your 30th birthday that he was right all along about my life so far, in that you had NO idea what you were talking about all this time.
And despite his faults as a person, (which we ALL have) you rediscover the reasons to celebrate how his presence has come to shape the man that types this out for you to read.
Because of him, I know how unequivocally important family is and that I will do everything in my power and then some to protect and provide for them. My son-to-be will ALWAYS have a happy home to come back to no matter where his life takes him. My son will learn as much as I can possibly pass on to him so that he won't be left wanting in a time of need.
And despite the emotions that writing this today invokes, I only wish that my son could have met him.
I am my fathers son. I am me.
And this is goodby.
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