Casey writes about his hero

My nephew Casey, age 13, wrote this school essay about his hero.

My Hero

By: Casey Mullins

Who: My dad John “Moon” Mullins

Born: October 30, 1958

Died: He may not be here but he is living in me.

My hero is my dad because he was always there for me. If I was sad he would tell a joke and make me happy. If I wanted to feel like I was a part of something he would let me help with whatever it was that he was doing from making margaritas to putting a nail in a wall he would let me help. If I was hungry or bored we would make cookies or bake a pie, and if I messed up on something we would just start all over again.

Sometimes when I didn’t want to go to daycare he would let me hang out with him for the day. Take me to work or just go somewhere and have fun.

Describing Words

Funny- He always had a joke to tell

Laid-back- always got the job done and made it look easy

Caring- if someone lost something he would go out of his way to get it back

Serious if he had to be- he took care of the financial affairs after his parents died

I always feel that my dad is with me no matter where I go.

When I went to Ireland with my family we went to the Mountain of the Kings. When we were spreading my dad’s ashes I threw mine away from me. Everyone’s ashes but mine blew away but my ashes came right back to me. After that happened I said, “my dad doesn’t want to leave me”.

Almost every night my bedroom door will open by itself. I think to myself that it is my dad coming in to say good night.