Because of Beck...

Beckham loved his dad’s voice, his contrast cards, our makeshift mobile, and having his forehead and the bridge of his nose gently stroked. He hated his diaper being changed. He would suck on his tongue like a pacifier, and he liked keeping both his arms up like a boxer, even in his sleep. He had a good grip and loved holding our fingers. We watched Disney movies and Harry Potter- Mulan was his favorite. We had family sushi and movie night, listened to all our favorite music and our wedding playlist, and told Beck all about his home, his room, his puppies, and his kitty. Even as a newborn, everyone noticed Beckham’s eyes. Beckham would take you in, watching you while you talked, or read, and would look at the pages of his stories. His eyes were a deep dark denim blue, wide, alert, and focused. I think he was soaking it all in, knowing his time with us was a temporary stop for him. He was perfect. We feel so incredibly lucky to be his parents.

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His heart and spirit live on - one book, one memory, one act of love at a time.

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Saying goodbye to your child is something no parent should have to endure. When you can’t make new memories with your child, protecting the ones you do have becomes comforting- and necessary. However, juggling the logistics and financial demands that come with child loss often puts this on the back burner. After Beckham passed away, someone recognized this need for us and we were gifted a personalized memory trunk to hold his handprints, footprints, books, toys, swaddles- small but priceless pieces of his life that keep his story alive. That gift meant everything. It gave us a way to preserve our time with him and honor the love we will always have for him in a beautiful keepsake.

Because of Beckham, and because we know the road you are walking, we created The Beckham Bee Foundation to provide that same comfort, connection, and love to families like ours. Whether through book bundles to bring joy and normalcy during a hospital stay or memory trunks to honor a child who is dearly missed, we hope to offer glimmers of light in the darkest moments.
Beckham’s story continues through every family we serve.

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Why the bee?

When we were pregnant with Beckham everyone knew him as “Baby B” and his Gigi would call him “Lil B”. Since we weren’t sharing his name, this is how everyone apart from my husband and I talked about- and to-Beck before he was born.

“How’s B doing today?”, “Hi B!”, “Little B is getting bigger!”

I loved that before he was born, he already had a nickname that most people referred to him as.

After Beckham passed, we thought because of this, bees would be how we knew he was nearby. So, I asked God and Beckham to send me bees to let me know he was ok up there.

Beckham passed in October, so I didn’t expect to see many bees yet as the weather was turning. But I was wrong.

Fifteen minutes after tossing up that silent prayer, I saw my first bee.

And they kept coming.

To us, and to people who love him.

When we visited the cemetery, bees would land on our plot and stay the entire time we did.
I took out Beckham’s Halloween costume to take a photo of it next to his pumpkin- a bee appeared.
On Beckham’s first month ‘birthday’, my husband and I spotted dozens and dozens of bees on our walk. All of them landing on these little white flowers. We looked them up and learned they were asters—
Beckham’s birth flower.

Even when winter set in, bees still found their way to us.

In stores, in shows, wrapping paper, food labels, and my favorite: showing up unexpectedly in the bedtime stories we still read together.

We see them buddy, we know you’re here.