Heroes Don’t Ask for Permission
Today you sit here in the middle of the family room.
Sometimes I move your urn to the table just to be closer to you while I work like we used to sit together.
And then I look at the pictures of my life on the wall and think to myself how beautiful it is…this life that I now call mine.
And how much I miss you and how you just “did” like all heroes do.
You never asked me if you could leave.
You never asked if I had to lose you to gain freedom, would I choose you?
No, you never gave me the choice to choose you over getting out.
You never asked if I would leave if I was given the chance.
You never put me in a position to choose you over safety.
You just did it, you just decided. You protected me even when it cost your life.
You just did it, you stood between him and me and gave your life for it.
You just did it, you didn’t ask, you just decided that I was worth it all at any cost to you.
You just did it, you didn’t ask permission to leave, you just did what a hero would do.
You’re still the hero of this story.
my heart
And still to this day there’s not a moment that you don’t sit at the depths of my soul.
It’s as if in some way, you’re still here.
You’re still keeping me safe.
You’re still the hero of this story.
