Remembering My Hero

Today my kids and I went to the cemetery to place flowers on the grave of my hero. Growing up I didn't have to look too far to find a hero because that man was my father. It is a rare gift to have a father that is not only your hero, but also your friend. Many of my fondest memories from my childhood include my dad. Whether he was coaching my little league baseball team or teaching me how to play golf, my dad was my greatest source of encouragement. He never doubted me and always trusted me, even when I was making mistakes. But probably the greatest gift my father gave me was the gift of unconditional love. He expressed that unconditional love through his words and his actions every day of my life.


I am very grateful to have been blessed with such a wonderful father. I realize that now, and I realized that when I was growing up. I was going through some memorabilia today and found a box that my dad had kept. I soon realized that he had saved every card and letter he ever received from me. One particular birthday card stood out as a perfect tribute to my dad.

My Dad Is My Hero

The world has many heroes who have won a world of fame.

Heroes who have given their all to win in life's great game.

But of all the famous heroes that our changing world has had

There's not a one I look up to or admire more than my dad.

To me, my dad's a hero, though he'd turn away from praise.

He's heroic in his quiet strength and his gentle giving ways.

He may not make the headlines. You won't see him on TV.

But I think my dad is everything a hero ought to be.

He always keeps his promises, on that I can depend.

He's loyal to me, no matter what, and he'll always be my friend.

So when I think of heroes and the great things that they've done,

I feel the way that I've always felt...

My Dad's The Greatest One!