not mine. My hero has always been a janitor. You see my dad is my hero, and to the same extent so has my mother.Today I was reminded of the frailty of life. I went to visit my parents today, i was greeted by my parents dogs, and mom. I asked where dad was and he was already in bed. Now dad being bed early isn't weird thong for me, but seeing him with breathing machine on is. He told me he was just tired, and need a little extra rest. I kissed him told him I loved him, and left the room. That is when I started to cry.My dad has always been the strongest man I know. He never missed work, never bitched about being sore or sick. That has changed in the past few years. You see my pops has congestive heart failure, he only has one working lung, and a bone disease that is slowly killing him. Yet everyday he goes to work, he doesn't want anyone thinking he is a bum. To see him, in bed at 430 and having been in bed since 1130 wasn't something I am used too.
I am a mommas boy. My mom is the single strongest woman I know. She has buried 3 kids, and is watching the man she loves slow go down hill. She takes care of everything that she, my dad and their pet's need. She is the butcher , the baker and the candlestick maker. Meaning she wears all the hats. I call her every day, mostly to hear her voice, but to also see how she is doing. People don't realize what others go through, I am blessed. I am healthy, I have a loving growing family. But yet I still need to know how they are.
Be mind full of the words we use for football, baseball player , actors etc. They may be cool, but rarely are they heroes.
