Heroes are wonderful.     My lifelong hero was one of my first memories; I don’t ever remember a time when he was not there.   

He was strong, tall and handsome.   He could throw the bales from the ground up to the fourth course and never seemed to tire.    Nothing seemed to frighten him.     I always felt so safe when I was with him.

He was contemplative with a great sense of humor.    He could find that humor in everyday things, loved telling stories and a good joke.  He knew no strangers and was welcomed people into his life.  

He felt he married the best woman and loved her his whole life; she was the light and the joy of his life.   

While he lived a simple life, his wife and family were the most important things to him.   Material things were not nearly as important; as long as we were there he was happy.   

I loved spending time with him.   Unfortunately life and work took me away to where I could not spend time with him.    But there has never been a day that I have not thought about him.  

There a few like him and I am proud to say he has been and will be my hero for my whole life.   I have been so blessed to have such a fabulous hero!

Happy Birthday, Dad…..I miss you….

Heroes aren’t supposed to die……