To the Patriarch of the Clan
Dad, you were my first super-hero. There didn’t seem anything you couldn’t do. You were, you are, larger than life.
First grade, first merit badge, First Communion, first recital: all were witnessed and celebrated. Remember that time we collaborated to surprise Mom?
There was also the first time I willingly and defiantly broke one of the rules, so full of myself until seeing the disappointment in your eyes.The pain of that look was immeasurably worse than the spanking. Then came children of my own and I realized the impact such a moment has on a parent’s soul.
Time doesn’t stand still; we are no longer young. Our figures have grown softer and wider, hair is gray and thinning. Everyone talks a little louder to compensate for Opa’s hearing loss.
My children will someday think me frail. Not all strength is physical. As life is honored and celebrated, look beyond gray hair and adipose tissue.
The cape may be faded and tattered, the stance a little wobbly. Dad, you’re still my super-hero. I love you.