PHOTOS & TEXT BY DREAMA CLEAVER

I remember the day he died.

 

It was December 23rd, 1982. We got a call from Aunt Louise who lived in the house with him. She had found him outside, on his way to the barn, in the snow.

 

I look over this land and try to imagine him here on his tractor, my grandmother picking apples to make a pie and my Aunt Betty in the house playing the piano for her brothers and sisters.