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Steve Beal Sr.

I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.

Time for the Sky

How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.

The Railing

16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is… 

Let There Be Light-ning

Hartland, New Brunswick, July 2016 – We had a blast taking the footage. We talked. We laughed. And every once in a while, we just stopped everything in order to exclaim, Wow! Ahhh! Incredible! OOOOHHHHH!… 

Lightning Pics from Hartland, NB

These are still pictures taken from video. These pictures were taken in, and around, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada. July 2016. My cousin, his girlfriend, and I, spent a couple of hours venturing out in to the warm evening along the banks of the St. John River to watch the storm.

Holding On

Are all of the days this long? I’m tired to the point that my body wants to tap out. Can’t I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep?… 

The Backbone

How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils? Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils.   How do I breathe when fire steals the air? When the driven are reduced to… 

To the Help

This one goes out to the help. The volunteers. The community. The common thread found among a group. Maybe it’s a passion that you didn’t realize you had, but you couldn’t stay away knowing that… 

We Weren't Done Yet!

Isn’t there another chance to learn that play? A chance to show the new skill being mastered? When can we cover this again? Why does it always have to end? Those who are closest to… 

Hardest One To Lose

I don’t know which is the harder one to lose; the one you love, or the one who dearly loved you. ~ Steve Beal Sr. 2016.  

Thank You Woodstock

Thank you to my Mom, my aunts and my cousins for a wonderful visit, and overnight in Woodstock, New Brunswick. It was a short visit, but enjoyable. Thank you. 

Allard Park 2016

Sometimes I sit and I wonder, what would fill the hole in my heart, were it not for this little gem, Allard Park.

24, Then and Now

Yesterday my oldest son turned 24 years old. I was 24 years old when he was born. So, it got me thinking about how long ago that was, and just how much has happened in… 

Mt. Washington ~ April 2016

#getoutside #NHbeauty #visitNH Where there are people, there are wires. Even with the wires, the peak of Mt. Washington is always a sight on a clear day.

It's Alright to be Impacted by the Game

Sometimes I stay up quite late just so I can let my mind run away from the real, and approach subjects that I would much rather touch, or certainly feel.

Then there are times when I lengthen the day just to wrestle free from the noise, you know, to get out from under the distractions, and that which just annoys.

So, what. So I can prove that, maybe, something good happens after midnight, and I descend to the depths of thought, just to get to the core, then I sit and write.

Two guys and an afternoon

Two guys and an afternoon

 

Recently I set some time aside to visit with an old friend. This man I visited with, he has seen some very rough patches of road this year. His health has given him a run for his money and put himself and loved ones on high alert. While he’d be the first one to remind me that I wasn’t lucky enough to get rid of him yet, we stared at finality together and we talked about it. 

Capture Me in a Picture

Capture Me in a Picture What is a poor boy to do, while finding his way, When the picture calls, inviting him in to stay?  

Father's Evening

Sometimes a picture doesn’t do the scene justice. And sometimes an evening ride turns into something you may well remember forever. What a night. What a ride. I wish I had pictures of all of… 

Father’s Day Gleam

June 18, 2016 – Father’s Day Gleam.

Tomorrow is Father’s Day and I wanted to get this off of my mind before the actual day. Over the last couple of weeks this thought has been creeping into my psyche a little more often every day. Until these last few days, when it has downright bugged me, bothered me, and otherwise haunted me. I asked my wife yesterday, “What am I supposed to do on Father’s Day, with no father, for the first time in my life?”

I suppose I still don’t know the answer. But I know that I miss my Dad an awful lot.

 

Father's Day Gleam
Father’s Day 2014

Class of 2028

Class of 2028 – Glen Lake School

Today, the twins (now 6 years old all of a sudden) graduated from kindergarten. There was a short celebration event outside the school in the 87 F heat.

The kids, separated into their three different class groups, and walked in a procession to the front of the seating area. They sang some songs, received their certificates, and listened to some remarks, all after we all pledged allegiance to the flag. Listening to myself recite the words to the pledge made me think of many stories that have made recent headlines around the globe. I will leave it at that for now. The ceremony was brief and it was adorable. 

Missing Dad

I’m here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I’m missing my Dad. He’d be sitting right here, outside in the warm air.… 

Commuting Takes a Toll

This is the second story of this type that I have seen in a week. I am assuming there was an adult driving each vehicle. We are getting smarter folks. My, my, how far we… 

Against the Grain

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Against the Grain

 

I am here, I just don’t know if you can see me.

Here is where it all begins, but so far, there is no end.

You were here once it seems, but were you, then again.

Maybe it was me, and what I wanted, I had to pretend.

 

A Month and the Sox

April 14, 2016 – My Dad was taken home by his Lord and Saviour. There are bunches of my words and stories that you can read if you so wish, regarding my Dad’s death found in the following links.

Dad.

The Man is Gone.

A Dad and This Boy. 

I miss him.

May 14, 2016 – We took the twins and their older brothers to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play. It is the 6-year-old twins’ first trip to the old ballpark in Boston.

Oh Mother

Oh Mother our lives have changed so much over this past year. I can’t get through a single day without shedding a tear. Oh Mother, I pray that you will enjoy your special day. We…