Hero-Shi's Hero Blog

Hero-Shi's Hero Blog

Heroes are not made, it's more of a natural thing. People always say that celebrities are their heroes, but are they really hero's, or are they just someone you look up to because they seem to be at a higher level then most people. In order for you to be a hero, you need to have courage and you have to be outgoing. My hero is my mother because when me and my sister were young, she did everything she could to keep us from danger, it was rough for her being a single parent. When she struggled, she would never show it, she would make everything seem like there was nothing going wrong and everything was going to be fine. It would be hard to figure out the struggles she was going through because she would never tell us anything, but no matter how bad the situation was, she would still somehow find a way to not let it show. In 2005, she became really ill and it happen so quick, it was hard for her to not let it show that she was sick, but one day before I went to school, she told me and my sister, as she was laying down on the sofa, "I love you both with all of my heart, and no matter what happens, I want you to know that." When she told me and my sister this, we knew something was wrong, she wouldn't normally say this off the back. That evening, my grandpa picked me up from school. I knew something was wrong because he never picks us up. When I got home, the first thing I did was look for my mom, but she wasn't there. My grandpa told me that she was really sick and she was at the hospital. The next couple of weeks, I could only visit her in the hospital, and I was only able to see her for 30 minutes a day. I remember asking her, "Mom, whats going on? Are you okay?" And she would smile at me and say, yes everything is okay, I will be fine. What she didn't tell me was she was dying from liver cancer. It got so bad to the point that she had to be transferred to a bigger hospital. On May 15, 2005, at 8:32am, the morning I went to see her at the new hospital, me, my aunts, and my sister got the news that she had passed away. The only thing that was going through my head was, I have to be dreaming, this isn't real, I walked up to her, tapped her hoping for her to wake up out of her coma, and she didn't she just laid there and I backed up and started crying. That year was the worse year, its hard seeing your mother dead right in front of you. Till this day I miss her and I visit her as often as I can, but I know she is looking down on me, and she is proud of how far I've gotten. Life is hard dealing with parents that are no longer around, but it's just a test of life and the only way you can succeed in life with this is if you stay mentally strong.