Going camping with my father.
One of my favourite memories of my dad is of our camping trips.
At the time I didn’t appreciate the lack of showers and toilets.
I was like most teenage girls, interested in fashion, boys and bathroom time.
But now that my dad has died its one of those gems of memory where I can once again hear his laugh and see his smile
Away from all the distractions of the city and alone with dad.
No other siblings along not even my mother for some of these times.
I am most thankfull we had that time together, even if I was a royal pain in the butt for him back then.
Fathers and mothers of teenage daughters will know just what I am talking about.
Its only with age and loss that we realise that times with our loves ones are precious and that we just don’t know how much time we have with them.
I wouldn’t exchange one of those fateful camping trips now for any treasure this world could offer.
My time with dad may have lacked physical comforts its true.
But I can still remember the sparkle in his eye as I landed my first fish.
Or the time he went hunting and he wanted me to catch the stray one if it got past him.
I still don’t know if he was serious, but I know I hid behind a tree and prayed nothing would come my way…
Now as a mother of five I try to take time to create memories for my children.
That is my most valuable gift to them after I have left this world.
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