My dad was a hero to five-year-old me. He is still my hero today. This is one of my favorite photos of him as a young heartthrob in the Fifties. Despite dropping out of high school before graduating, my dad could do anything. He could build from “scratch” anything with a motor or wheels, and made for my sister and I a varied assortment of go-carts, “sit-skis,” snow mobiles and wagons. He build a car, a camper and a home. Dad worked several jobs and sacrificed much so that I could go to college. He put us kids first and never made us feel that it was a burden to do so. He had a wonderful sense of humor and was loved by everyone who knew him, even furry friends of the four-footed variety. He was kind and full of compassion. Everyone gravitated to him and enjoyed just being around him.
Dad was taken from us much too soon. I’ve thought about him a lot lately, as I was just able to view his funeral services when I got the VHS migrated to DVD. I also recently read a blogpost of a tribute to a grandfather, and a moving account of another blogger dealing with the grief of her father’s passing. So when this Daily Prompt appeared, I knew I had to share my thought on my hero. Here’s to you, Dad.
Who’s your hero?