Every other day after Thanksgiving, for the past 26 years, I have accompanied my husband, with our children, to the Bierman family farm. Uncle Harold and Eric and Shelby would have a fire going in the little black wood burning stove in the summer kitchen, and the Jeep or Polaris out of the barn and ready to take for a spin wherever we wanted to roam out on the land. When Steve and I were first married, he made sure to let me know that we needed to have a boy to carry on the family name. 😉 He enjoyed Steve coming up to go deer hunting in the Fall. One of my favorite things was to just sit in the summer kitchen with Uncle Harold
And Steve’s dad and listen to their many stories about growing up on the farm. On Saturday, we laid to rest Steve’s Uncle Harold. He was one of the sweetest men I have ever known. I honestly don’t think that I have the words to say how very blessed I feel to have the last name of Bierman, and that God saw fit to bless us with that boy to carry on the Bierman name and all that comes with it. To me, the Bierman men exemplify the fruit of the spirit in Galatians 5. Until we meet again, he will be truly missed. ❤️
