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 😊
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.
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?)
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.
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 😊
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.
This is beautiful. One of my favorite things you've written.
Thank you! That means a great deal coming from a marvelous writer like yourself. 🙏🏻
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By my count there were at least 4 superheroes on that ward that night.
Well, at least three for sure. 😉
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?)
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.
That… put a tear in my eye.
Thank you my friend.