Who's Your Hero Blogfest

J.L. Campbell is hosting a blogfest entitled, Who's Your Hero? Here is my Hero in less than 300 words.

SPC Anthony "Tony" W.

He used to come in my room at night and ask to sleep in my bed because he had a bad dream.

He would take my spot standing in the corner when I got punished so I could use the restroom.

When I was pregnant with my first child he would turn the bass up on his car stereo because he knew that was the only way he could feel my son kick. That smile every time he felt him move could melt the ice from any heart.

Every year my friends and I would go on a road trip the day after prom and I couldn’t go without him.

When I hit a deer late at night, he left work to help me out.

He let me in on a prank against his friends’ will because he knew I would be freaked out.

He tried to teach me how to drive a stick-shift even though I was older.

I would play cars with him to pay back the favor of me forcing him to play Barbie’s with me.

And now my favorite poem for him is…

Myself on left and Tony in the retro carrier.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Cause I know he is always with me…

For he is my brother.

Thirty-One Loves of October: Day 23:
Ouija Boards... *shutters*
Those things freak out. I used one once with a group of friends because I was such a sceptic... yeah, it was so dead on about someone that only I knew in my group (my grandma) that I will never touch one ever again!

Have a great Wednesday!