While I grew into my teen years I lived with our mum, Patricia, and would spend most of the weekends with our Dad. This was one of the rare weekends that Kayla was not with us at Dad's place. It was just Dad and I. I would wake early in the morning to take Girl the dog for a little run. When I came back to the house dad had pancakes and homemade syrup with blueberries ready for enjoying. After a delicious breakfast we went for a walk to the river and had a little dip. The day carried on in warmth, relaxing strolls, and reading books.
I thought that I would be exhausted come bed time. I woke at about 3am unable to sleep any longer and stared at the ceiling for a while. When sleep did not come I got up and insync Dad and I opened our bedrooms doors. We had a laugh as we looked at eachother and said "You cannot sleep either, hey?". We went to the kitchen and dad said in his wonderful cheery voice "I know just the cure for this ailment!" smiled his wonderful and slightly goofy smile. He warmed up milk with a touch of honey. We sat exchanging stories, memories, and dreams of the future while drinking in warm milk and honey.
It did not take long for the warm milk and honey to win us over and we went back to our rooms and slept, deep, wonderful sleeps. I will miss all the wonderful talks with Dad. I will miss the wonderful positive energy that he brought to my world, and that of so many others.
- Sophia