My favourite reader

So normally, I share only my highlights with you, my faithful friends.

But recently I listened to a podcast which made me think otherwise.

Whilst I have titled this post my favorite reader, it is actually the loss of him which I want to talk with you about.

There is no doubt that the no 1 most supportive and encouraging person for me in running my blog and producing content has been my father. It has been like that for some time.

He encouraged my photography development, was always interested in what recipe was coming out next and would happily listen to me debrief over issues like 'another blogger copied my recipe!!'.

But very sadly in late July 2021, he passed away. Its a tough pill to swallow. Whilst we all know the realities of life and what may come, I admit that my fears about it happening were diminished as I was able to be there with him at the time.

Dad was my person that was always happy to listen, happy to hear from me, never frustrated, angry or short on time. When he and Mum came to visit me in Japan where I was teaching English, I remember him taking my hand and reading the lines of my palm.

I think by then he knew me well enough to know that it was becoming more a case of pave my own way than follow the path set out for me.

But the number 1 thing that stands out for me about him is that he was always there when I needed him!

He was at every birthday, every Christmas, every BBQ and every time I called with the need to download. He could make me laugh even if I was only wanting to talk to myself at the time.

He got me and he understood how I think and am and encouraged me to fulfill my dreams.

His favourite recipe on the blog was my Garlic Spaghetti. We talked about it in great lengths, to great degrees.

I was very lucky in the prior month to loosing him that I took up his offer for lunch on a family weekend away, below is a photo from that lunch.

We went to a Chinese restaurant at the hotel we were staying and had a good feed, just the 2 of us. It was a good opportunity for father-daughter talk.

His never ending belief in me and encouragement in walking the path less trodden that I wanted to take is why I take it day by day.

It won't be the same for me for quite some time I imagine, as he is missed on a daily basis. But things don't stop, they keep moving and time doesn't stand still, the clock keeps ticking.

For the rest of my life and for the days gone by, I will forever be grateful to be one of Jeffrey Kenneth Jamieson's daughters. Youngest of the 3.

And should you see me fulfill my dreams and the goals I have yet to achieve as my heart intends, recognise that their fulfillment lies in the encouragement I was always so happy to receive from him, my favourite reader.

Adrianne xx