Jack Herbert Read passed away in 2006 at ninety two years old and I'm a little sad to say that the last photo I have of him and I together is this one below, where I've just come back from a run to the bluff and back and am still glowing redder than my t-shirt:
He was the most generous, intelligent, funny, kind and inspirational man I have ever known and I still miss him.
I'm glad that Sapphire got to know him for a tiny while before he died and she has clear memories of us visiting him in his original house in Norwood and later at Kirribilli (no, not the Prime Minister's house but an Aged Care facility in Victor Harbor) and having some lovely discussions together.
The photo below was taken when she was four during our stay at my parents' place over the Christmas holidays. Neither of them were aware that their little reading session had been photographed, which is probably why it is will forever be one of my favourites.