I remember days, when my dad said: "He is playing with his dolls again."
He was referring to my Warhammer Miniatures.
I remember days, when my dad and I played Sphinx
for hours and hours. "Tap Tap" and "Boom!" was a conversation we were having a lot in those weeks.
I remember the day, when I brought a chess set to his bed, and we played a round. I read him stories, and I told him about board games.
I remember the many years when we played Monopoly
at Christmas (family tradition, play until someone wins, the rest may go to bed).
I don't remember the last game we played together.
I wrote a dedication for him in S.n.e.a.k.
I believe that the only game he ever played of mine was Cities and Eggs
- but I am not even sure of that.
Four years ago in summer he passed away. I miss him.