Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Hero Vanishes
And just like that all kinds of things that had been impossible before became possible. It was possible that sometimes my mother was right when they disagreed (I doubt it was ever TRUE but it was possible) and that he didn't always know the answer to my question. It was possible that he could be scared or intimidated. It was possible he wasn't always telling me the truth or giving me the best advice.
Something in the world, in my world, shifted that day and it could never shift back. The hero didn't entirely vanish but as years went on I saw more and more realistically and somewhat unfairly, through the eyes of a teenage girl who was sometimes embarrassed by his corny jokes and goofy antics, a real man emerge. The new man wasn't the smartest or the toughest, but he was honest, dependable, and faithful to the end. All of which sounds very heroic, now that I think of it.