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I miss you more than you know...
Heroes Flying at supersonic speeds, Stetching to the limit, Running as fast as possible, Trying to get there on time, Thinking at the speed of light. Protecting the innocent, Provding for the underprivaleged, Encouraging the weak, Battling all evil, Winning no matter the score.
My Hero...
What is a hero? A hero, to me, is someone who you can look up to as a role model, a friend or mentor. This is a person, whether you are close to them or not, will never let you down. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- My Hero My hero would have to be my Papa Fred. He is my grandpa. He was a very influential part of my life, and I love him very much. I could always count on him to be there for me. He was a very strong man and I respected him very much. I looked up to my grandpa because of his strength and his stubbornness. He always told me to," do my best", and I did. My Papa Fred was always there for me when I needed him. When I got straight "A's" on my report card I could run over and show him proudly. He would have a big smile on his face after he carefully inspected it and told me,"Good job!" I could always count on him to be there. When I was out on the court or lifting I could turn my head and see him watching from the stands or the sidelines. He was there to give me confidence, and to lend me a good luck smile. My grandpa was there for me even after he got sick, and that meant the world to me. He was so stubborn and amazingly strong. He fought his cancer for an amazing three years and always had the attitude that it was only a matter of time before he got better. I will always admire and remember his courage and perseverance. My grandpa got colon cancer when he was about sixty-two. He eventually got a blood infection, pneumonia and was diagnosed with emphysema at the same time. He was in and out of the hospital for about three years, battling his cancer and emphysema. This June he got relatively better, so we sent him up to Michigan to spend time with our family there. Shortly after arriving, his cancer spread to his stomach, so he could no longer eat. He went back into the hospital to get TPN, a nutrient-rich liquid inserted by IV that can replace food. He also contracted pneumonia again. His doctors put him into a medical coma, and he was put on a respirator. He never woke up. My Papa died on Tuesday, June second at about noon. His courage, strength, perseverance, and ability to always be there for me will reserve him the spot for my hero forever.
