My Dad: The Keeper Of The Bees

Happy Fathers Day to you all! Since my Pop’s passed a little over two years ago I wanted to share him with you as a way to honor him, and my Mom, since they where one hell of a team. I miss them both but their memory lives on. Here is a story I wrote about him sometime back. Enjoy~ JM

Pondering Things and Taking Pictures

My dad was a keeper of the bees at one time. I remember those fresh honey comb slabs of sweet and chewy wonder like it was yesterday. He would also get some fresh honey out of hive honey for us to put on mom’s fresh out of the oven bread. Those were wondrous times for me and I miss them but as time passes I remember more and more of yesterdays past. I suppose it is because my folks are getting older and soon there will be no more new memories to be made. This truly makes me sad and somehow thankful at the same time.

Well now let’s get back to The Keeper Of The Bees.

My dad always did things by himself and never asked for help. He was an only child and he just had to do things himself. There was a incident with the bees where…

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Author: The Jagged Man

I am a 59 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on.

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