It’s been almost two years since my grandpa passed away, but some days it doesn’t take much to bring grief to the front. It’s a weird thing, honestly. This fall I was at a festival and saw honey. Boom. My grandpa was a beekeeper. Another day, I saw the beeswax I bought at said festival…again, it was back.
Earlier this week, Tobin and I were at Michael’s and I saw these for sale.
It’s crazy, really. When I was probably 7 or so, I got one of these for my birthday- and most birthdays and Christmases following for years from my Grandpa. He meant well, but it became almost comical, the number of these our family accumulated.
Miss you, Grandpa!