Lloyd Wayne Davis

Mark my words... I willl be a Bee Keeper someday and so when I saw this bee get up in the house we were staying in I just had to try it out.. I felt right at home:)

My sweet grandpa Davis passed away they end of May:( it was kinda sudden but he had suffered along time with depression and it got to the point where my grandma had to do EVERYTHING for him and so it was getting really hard for her to. Sadly it was a blessing that he went when he did. He lived a good life and Im so glad we were able to make a quick trip to St. Johns, Arizona and watch him be laid to rest. It was so great to see cousins that I hadnt seen in a long time. His funeral was very well put together and so beautiful. All the grandkids sang 'Homeward bound' and the spirit was so strong. We will miss Grandpa Davis but are so glad he isn't suffering anymore. Until we meet again gramps:)

'Homeward Bound'

In the quiet misty morning When the moon has gone to bed, When the sparrows stop their singing And the sky is clear and red, When the summer's ceased its gleaming When the corn is past its prime, When adventure's lost its meaning - I'll be homeward bound in time Bind me not to the pasture Chain me not to the plow Set me free to find my calling And I'll return to you somehow If you find it's me you're missing If you're hoping I'll return, To your thoughts I'll soon be listening, And in the road I'll stop and turn Then the wind will set me racing As my journey nears its end And the path I'll be retracing When I'm homeward bound again Bind me not to the pasture Chain me not to the plow Set me free to find my calling And I'll return to you somehow (softly) In the quiet misty morning When the moon has gone to bed, When the sparrows stop their singing I'll be homeward bound again.