I lost my hero 2 years ago. Dad had COPD with 30% lung function. He showed signs and symptoms of a cold on a Wednesday. Cold turned to pneumonia on Saturday, ICU Sunday died the following Thursday. My world stopped, even though my eyes saw people on buses going about their busy day, out the hospital window. I remember thinking, “do they not know I just lost my dad, my hero?” It was hard watching my mom and kid sister cry. I was the tough one and always had been. That day though, I was the little girl, my dad held when I was a baby.