We’ve lived at 1922 Tremont Road for nearly 37 years. This poem is a reflection of what our home has meant in the life of our family and the optimism it inspires moving forward.
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There’s a place on a hill where we all want to be.
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My Father is interred at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Columbus. He is laid to rest (my Mother will eventually join him) in a section called the Garden of the Resurrection. This poem was written on September 15, 2019, after a visit to his gravesite. I was struck by the peacefulness of the Garden and our common mortality in life.
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