We all have a hero, don't we? Whether it's a fictional character like Superman or Batman. Or if it's a historical figure like Dr. King or Mother Teresa. Someone that we idolize from a distance and connect with on a level we don't understand sometimes. Someone whose memory and story drives us to persevere.
I was lucky enough to know my hero. To not only watch him grow up but to grow up with him. To see him turn from a short, outspoken middle schooler to a kind, responsible, loving, strong (and very tall) man, husband and father.
My hero fought a battle that many would have quickly lost. One which many would have allowed to swallow them up into despair. But my hero never faltered. His strength, his faith in God and himself, never faltered.
I'm blessed to be able to call my hero my friend as well. Not a best friend, but a constant and true friend.
One year ago today, my hero became my angel. Whenever I want to feel sorry for myself, whenever I want to give up on myself, I remember him. I remember how he never felt sorry for himself. His bravery. His capacity to love and forgive. I regret not sharing my story sooner because I truly would love to hear what his thoughts are on our journey. But he is with me, I carry him with my every day. He has inspired me to be a better and stronger person. I am forever indebted to him for that.
I miss you Colb, I promise to never lose sight of my victory. 💙💛💙
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