My Quiet Hero
My Hero is the quiet type, No marching bands, no media hype,
But through my eyes it's plain to see, A hero, God has sent to me.
With gentle strength and quiet pride,All self concern is set aside,
To reach out to our fellow man, And be there with a helping hand.
Heroes are a rarity, A blessing to humanity.
With all they give and all they do, I'll bet the thing you never knew,
My quiet hero has always been you.
I miss you daddy everyday. I think about you all the time. Tomorrow is your birthday. I remember your last birthday we spent together, Brick was having eye surgery. You were more concerned for him than you were for yourself, after everything you were going through. To me, that proves what kind of man you are. I think of you several times a day, sometimes I burst out crying, other times I laugh because I thought of something funny you did or said. I would give anything to be able to be with you for one more day. You live in my heart forever. I love you and miss you daddy.
Amy