That habit started because there was a need, something you were trying to fill.īut now, you're out of that situation (ie. OK I won't call them bad habits because life isn't black or white. Rest in eternal peace Daddy, love you forever ❤️ I got to see a life well lived a man loved, respected who has left an eternal impact. He was the first to become a Christian and he brought us up in church. Selfishly I was glad to have him around and for my boys to be old enough to have memories of him when they are older.įinally I thank him for his faith. His last decade of life has been incredibly hard. We went to the Indian ocean in Mombasa, safari in masai mara, camping at Lake Naivasha. He was his happpiest and adventurous self there. Whenni look back i csn see he was in his element in Africa. He gave us a lifetime of adventure in just our childhood. I came back from spending the summer in Zambia to find my collection of magazines and he'd bought all my fashion equipment and labelled it for me. He was so supportive he even bought me edgy fashion magazines that as an Christian he wasn't a fan of because they were on the university reading list. I don't remember hugs or words but that action made me feel so supported. When I was distraught at failing my art mocks I spent the day crying on the kitchen floor, he went out and came back with a set of oil paints for me. Though a traditional man who valued traditional education he fully supported me in my creative endeavours, including to become a fashion designer. He'd draw pictures of birds of prey that we'd colour in. He'd tell us about birds of prey or animals. That's when my mum would work and he'd take us out for the day, play cricket in our local park, off to the forest or a walk somewhere. We were blessed to have him at the dinner table pretty much every day.Īs a teacher we got to spend our holidays together. He wasn't a lovey dovey type of man, but we felt loved and protected. My loving father went to hus forever home to be with his heavenly father.