Cassie Bogdan Slemmer
Joined December 2021
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An Ohio Burial
It was an early morning in central Ohio. The sun was rising as we passed the ring of the 270 outer belt, heading north. The hours stretched before us on what seemed to be a pilgrimage I was honor-bound to make. My father drove, and I could watch the dew rise from the fields of corn as we passed. Growing up, I knew only the cities and suburbs of Cleveland; the vast agricultural swaths in between metropolises was still quaint and foreign to me. Cleveland: where we were now headed, where my father had been raised, where his last remaining blood relative, other than my brothers and I, had been prepared for burial, and was now waiting for us to arrive.
By Cassie Bogdan Slemmer2 years ago in Families