This is my post for #freewriters 2422 prompt no longer my hero hosted by @ mariannewest
I think every little girl's hero is her father. He is her first love, my Dad was no different, I always looked up to him and even though we had our "times" when I was a teenager, I never stopped loving him. He is the reason I am not afraid to work on things. I was always beside him when he was fixing things, handing him tools, or holding things for him.
In my eyes, he was a superhero, he was my hero. I wonder if he knew this. I feel he robbed me of many more years with him because he would not get treatment when he was told he had prostate cancer, he did nothing about it and he lost his life, he was now no longer my hero because he was gone.
I wonder if he knew how I felt about him not caring enough to get the help he needed. I never thought of him as being old and one of the last times I visited him in the nursing home, I was walking to his room and saw an old man half out of his wheelchair leaning against the wall, as I got closer, I saw it was my Dad. He was so old, I thought when did this happen?
photo is mine