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I'm so glad you woke up in the middle of the night to witness your Dad by your side 🙏

I read about 3 (super) heroes in your musings. The third was the 6 year old boy who overcame his fear to speak up and ask for what matters to him. That day you spoke for all the other kids too 😊

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That is kind of you to say. Now that you mention it, I have to agree. I was terrified of talking to adults at the time. I must have wanted to see Batman quite badly. Another point I hadn't thought of, it was indeed a model for asking for what you need for those other children. Thank you for deepening my own reflection of this.

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This is beautiful. One of my favorite things you've written.

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Thank you! That means a great deal coming from a marvelous writer like yourself. 🙏🏻

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❤️🙏🏻

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By my count there were at least 4 superheroes on that ward that night.

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Well, at least three for sure. 😉

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So beautiful to witness, even just in a story, the courage of the young boy who spoke to adults, and who saw his father as a hero (back then? Or only when reflecting on it later?)

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Certainly at that moment. I knew what it took for him to be there and that he was meant the world. I always looked at my dad as a hero. He was a literal hero fighting in WW II in combat and then the way he lived his life. Not perfect by any menas and a complicated man. My hero nonetheless. I miss him.

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That… put a tear in my eye.

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Thank you my friend.

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