Frank Beebe
January 7, 1941  ~  June 18, 2008
Please understand ~
I'm grieving as fast as I can!

Written by Franks wife,
Ronda Beebe

Tinkering with old gadgets,
Riding on that old tractor.
You lived to be outside,
under that big blue sky.

You were happy most any place,
It didn't take much.
A can of snuff. A beer in your hand.

Never a minute was wasted,
You found plenty to do.
You said "Life is what you make it."
Simple things, your garden, your tractor,
a piece of meat on the grill.
It was worth millions to you.

The tales you use to tell to the grand-kids,
they did believe.
From gun shot wounds, to ships you won.
Oh! One of these we would love to hear.

That little smirk or wrinkle on your nose,
your big brown eyes I adored.
All these things were your own design
and of these we wish we could see.

Things you said can never be replaced.
Some so funny, you had to laugh.
We lived to see what you would do next.

We had special days and special times,
From just a quite moment, or a ride
or dinner at Travelers.
You made it all so special each time.

You liked to tease, you would not cease,
till you got a reaction,
then you were pleased.
That was just you, and you loved it.

Not much money did you have,
but you said you were rich,
"Just look what I have,
My Family, My Property and my Wife."

What a man, this man of mine.
Just one last touch, holding his hand,
and hearing his voice,
This I do crave!

But now he is gone,
no more to see.
But I will just bet,
on a tractor, he can be found.

Just look around,
His memories you will see,
and above all,
I know he is waiting,
JUST BEYOND THE MOON FOR ME!
In memory of my Husband.
Died of colon/liver cancer.


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