|When I was a child my heroes were firemen, policemen, soldiers and cowboys. They faced danger and they were unafraid. They did the things I wanted to be able to do...they ran into fires, they chased bad guys.
I have new heroes today. They are the friends we have who live with the loss of loved ones or the pain of sickness. The cowboys don't cut it anymore. My new heroes live with sadness and pain...but they don't burden us. They go to work, they go to church, they care for others. The grief of their losses, the pain of their sickness they kept to themselves. They suffer alone.
My dad without my mom
Pat's dad without her mom
Linda without Bruce
Mickey without Marcus
Harvey without Annie
They are my real heroes...God bless them