Spider-Man Mornings With Your Dad

Hi Drew Bears,

I love you so, so, so much, sweetheart.

Your dad loved you more than anything in this whole world. Truly, nothing meant more to him. One of the sweetest things you and your dad shared was your love for video games, especially Spider-Man.

Every morning when you were here, the two of you would wake up early, around 6:30 or 7, while I was still in bed. You’d tiptoe quietly downstairs to the basement, turn on the PS5, and start playing Spider-Man 2. I'd come down a little later and hear you both giggling on the couch. When I peeked into the basement, I’d always find you two cuddled up under the blue fuzzy blanket. Fetch and Teddy were usually with you, and sometimes Doggy too.

You’d sit together, sharing one controller. When it was your turn, you'd soar through the skies of New York on your spider webs. When I asked where you were in the game, you’d always say, “I’m in New York,” and you always knew exactly where. Then you’d hand the controller to your dad for the tricky parts and say, “Daddy, it’s your turn.” Together, you’d figure it out, helping each other through the hardest challenges.

You were having so much fun that most mornings, you didn’t want to stop. So on Saturdays, I’d bring breakfast down to the basement, and we’d all sit together while you and your dad played. I mostly just watched. I wasn’t as good as you two, but I loved seeing how much fun you were having.

Sundays were a bit different. You’d still go down to play, but your dad would always make his famous pancake breakfast after. That’s a whole other story. But what never changed was how deeply your dad loved you and how important it was to him to spend that time with you, teaching you how to play, though I think sometimes you were the one doing the teaching. You definitely taught me.

I love you, sweetheart, so, so much. And your dad loved you more than anything. Watching the two of you curled up on weekend mornings, laughing and playing Spider-Man together, that’s one of my very favourite memories. After the games were done, we’d all get dressed and head outside to play. Those mornings were magic.

I love you always,

Kiera