Dick and his wife Burma (not pictured...that's Mama in the photo) are dear church friends that Kim and I have known and loved for many years. Even though he'd never met her until Dad's funeral, Dick wanted to give Mama a very special hand-crafted gift.
Almost 4 months later, and I feel like I can finally put together a post about Dad's funeral without sinking into a deep pit of sadness.
Daddy died on June 12, the day of my first chemo treatment. Those days were the toughest times of my life so far...losing my dad and fearing for my own life. God walked with me through those darkest days and continues to walk with me, and over the past four months my life has gotten back onto somewhat of an even keel with a new "normal" for all of us.
There is a good chance that this post falls under the "TMI" category, but I'm going to post it anyway. Perhaps it will bring a smile to your face this gloomy (at least here in central Indiana...) Monday morning...
So...this weekend was packed full of activity and fun...and plumb wore this girl out (although I loved every minute of it!!!)! And while it was TOTALLY WORTH IT, I couldn't get my sore bum going this morning early enough to put together a decent post.
Since we only have two hives and just one of them had a honey super on, we only got about 6 quarts of honey this year. But that's 6 quarts more than I've gotten the past 2 years, as the long frigid winters have taken a huge toll on our honeybees and I've had to start over the past two springs.