Happy Birthday To My Hero In Heaven

Happy Birthday To My Hero In Heaven | The Return of the Modern Philosopher“What are you doing up here on such a frigid night?” Gary the Gargoyle demanded as I climbed out of the attic window and onto the roof.

It was quite cold and the roof was covered in snow, as I carefully made my way towards Gary’s perch at the front of The House on the Hill.

“I wanted to be closer to Heaven,” I explained to my loyal guardian, who watched over me and my home regardless of the weather.

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Gary persisted as he turned to face me, and spread his mighty wings to shield me from the harsh Winter wind.

“Today is my Dad’s birthday,” I mumbled.

It didn’t matter that I barely spoke above a whisper because Gargoyles have a keen sense of hearing.  Just one of the traits that makes them the perfect creatures to watch over us.

“Happy Birthday in Heaven, Big Austin!” Gary declared.

That made me smile.  Even though I stood 6’3″, I would be forever thought of as Little Austin in my family.  The man I eventually grew to tower over, the one who’d given me his name, would always be Big Austin.

I pulled several hideous ties out of my jacket pocket and held them up for Gary to see.  As expected, my Gargoyle cringed.

Happy Birthday To My Hero In Heaven | The Return of the Modern Philosopher“Your father had a peculiar sense of fashion,” he said with a chuckle.  “I find your childhood photos to be hilarious, and I think you should publish them in a book entitled How Not To Dress Your Child.  It would be a novelty hit, and you could probably live off the royalties.”

I had to laugh.  Dear Old Dad, as he loved to be called, had dressed my little sister and I in the ugliest outfits.

“I still think he dressed us like that to meet women,” I replied with a grin fighting to find a place on my sad face.   “He probably hoped some woman would take pity on us and marry him just to dress us properly.  I would not put it past him!”

I laughed at my ridiculous Deep Thoughts.  I needed that.

My Dad died when I was 19, which means I’ve been alive longer without him in my life than with him in it.  Regardless of the numbers, I still miss him every day and long to hear his distinctive laugh whenever I need to improve my mood.

“I so badly wish I had his sunny disposition,” I confessed as I shoved the ties back into my pocket and stared up at the starry sky.  “I’m such a miserable grump, and he was the most easy going person I’ve ever met.  He was never in a bad mood, he could make any stranger feel like an old friend, and he was always smiling.  How am I his son?”

I used my boots to clear a place in the snow and then sat down on the roof.

Gary hopped down off his perch and stood over me, still using his wings to protect me from the frozen February winds.

“You might not be the happiest guy on earth, but you certainly have your father’s gift for making people smile and putting them at ease,” my Gargoyle assured me.  “He did it face to face, but you do it through your writing.  You are definitely your father’s son.”

Happy Birthday To My Hero In Heaven | The Return of the Modern Philosopher“He was my hero, so it means a lot that you think I’m like him in even the smallest of ways,” I told Gary as I brushed away a lone tear before it froze to my cheek.

“You honor your hero every day by living your life, chasing your dream to be a writer, and rooting for the Yankees and Notre Dame,” Gary reminded me.

Thankfully, I had inherited my Dad’s love of those two teams rather than his incredible lack of fashion sense.

“Happy Birthday, Dad!” I shouted up at the stars because I knew Big Austin was up in Heaven, probably making everyone laugh at his birthday party.

My father, who art in Heaven, thank you for giving me your name…

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About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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25 Responses to Happy Birthday To My Hero In Heaven

  1. cbiz50 says:

    Little Austin, Last line. Perfect. Amen.

  2. tric says:

    Happy Birthday to your hero. This is a beautiful tribute. I lost my dad at 21, so much of our lives lived without them, but remembering them clearly regardless of passing time. Despite the sad undertone your post made me smile.

  3. Claudia says:

    I suppose this doesn’t really fall into the gargoyle/dragon/alien genre, but….awwww…you are a son any dad would be proud of. And somewhere out there, he is prouder than all get out. Which should make you proud as well.

  4. A beautiful tribute to your dad.

  5. jan says:

    You do have your father’s gift for making people smile. Stay warm on this cold night and know that your dad would be proud of you!

  6. The Cutter says:

    Hope Big Austin is living it up in the clouds!

  7. Beautiful post. Love the photos.
    Shine On

  8. stuckinscared says:

    A beautiful post. Touching, whilst still in keeping with your usual humour. Very you, and a beautiful tribute to your Dad. I love the last line!

  9. donedreaming says:

    Lovely tribute Austin. You also have the knack of making any stranger feel like an old friend, a chip off the old block I think 🙂

  10. ksbeth says:

    love this sweet tribute to your dad –

  11. A Happy Birthday to your dad, Austin. Obviously, a great man as it is apparent that he influenced you in a positive way demonstrated by your love for him.

  12. The Hook says:

    You’ve melted my frozen Canadian heart, buddy.
    Well done.

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