This thread makes me sad. There are/were many heroes in my life, and I can't name them all. God is number 1 on the list, because He loves me, in spite of me.
My Father passed away (stroke) in 1953, at the young age of 49, I was almost 10. My Mother never married again, but raised us on a Widow's tiny income. She was a strong willed Christian Lady, if there ever was one. My older siblings pitched in and helped by getting jobs. My oldest Sister was already married, and I'm sure they helped with finances, Christmas, and only God knows what else. I remember the Salvation Army came one year with Christmas.
So, my heroes are: Mom, Betty and Dewey, (oldest Sister & BIL), Mary, a sister, gone to Heaven already. Clarence, my older Brother, still living, a hard working Navy Vet.
There were many people that helped raise us, Mom stayed focused through it all. My siblings were and are great folks. Just 3 of us left now. I loved them all. I still miss my Dad, I can't describe what it was like to grow up without him. If I can be half the Christian my Mother was......
Leon