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Day 5. Who is my hero?
I thought long and hard, going done the route of DC and Marvel, which my son could write an encyclopedia about. But I chose a safer route, a person close to my heart:
My dad was forty-six-years of age the day of my birth. No point denying the fact I wasn’t planned, although he still loved me as much as my siblings. A couple of them might even say he loved me more. Then sixteen years later, I lost him. Such a brief time to know someone, to love someone. On the seventeenth of this month, I will have a quiet day to remember him, allow myself to grieve all over again. My allotted time of self-pity.
So why is he my hero.
Over the few years I got to know him, he taught me many things. The intricate beauty of music, Classical being his favourite, Beethoven his favoured composer. He dried my tears when I learned I couldn’t sing, and encouraged me to try an instrument instead. He applauded my achievements when I passed my flute exams, and took pride in my accomplishments when I played for a brief spell with the County Orchestra. When a dreaded plaster needed removing, he would give me a wooden mallet to bang on the floor, to take my mind off the pain. He would beam with joy when I recited my poems, and thanks to him, I still have that passion for writing today.
I could give you an endless list, a plethora of facts hi-lighting many reasons as to why I class him as my hero. However, the biggest, most insightful gem of information he passed on to me… ‘no matter how scared you feel, show the world your strength’. It probably doesn’t mean much to most people, but to me it means everything.