Post #13- Heroes
I have many people in my life who I could call my hero. But one person comes to mind who I have always believed to be my hero. This person is my grandpa. Not only is he my hero, but I think he is a hero to the American people. He was in the navy aboard the U.S.S Tilman during World War 2. He may not have fought in the bloodiest battles, or dropped bombs on the Japanese soldiers, but he did serve his country in the hardest times. I think anyone who serves their country should be labeled a hero. But he is my hero because he has always showed courage and wisdom in the toughest times, and has helped me through my own life. Until I was 12, I didn’t get to see him that much, but then in the summer of 2005, him and my grandma moved from their home of over 40 years in Meadowbrook, Illinois to Springfield, Oregon. That I believe showed real courage. He had to leave behind family, friends and his long time neighbors to go to a brand new place and make new friends and face the dreaded weather we call rain. This last year has been tough for him, and I think it has shown his greatest courage. In November of 2008, his wife of 60 years, {yes it IS possible to be married to someone that long} died of a stroke. It has been hard for him, but everyday he still goes on just remembering that life should be lived to the fullest, and that he will see the love of his life again in the great kingdom of heaven with our Lord Jesus Christ.
