My father, my Hero

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2 months ago, I was about to go to sleep and wake up the following morning for what was going to be the worst day of my life…

A couple of weeks ago, I met Alex, who I interviewed and who agreed to share a bit of my dad’s story, which you can read here today… (as well as on here).

(You can also find some more photos taken by Alex on this cold Sunday we spent together around colourful Brick Lane)

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My dad was the most human and caring person I knew. He cared more about others than he did about himself, and that somehow led him to the stars… He is my biggest inspiration when it comes to what type of person I want to be: a caring human being above all, even if it sometimes hurts and even if it sometimes hurts you so bad you die. Caring about and for people is the most important life lesson I’ve learnt from my dad.

He was also my hero, like most dads are their daughter’s heroes. But in the last months of his life, I saw this man I’ve always been relying on switching roles with me. I had become the one he needed to rely on, and no matter how normal and natural that felt to me, it still was pretty hard to be… someone else’s hero; and somehow, I guess that’s when and how I realised all that he had to sacrifice for me, for my brother, and for so many other people. 

For the past 6-7 years, my dad was going to war against cancer every single day. It’s been a long and rough sort of ‘roller coaster’ journey, with more lows than highs, more downs than ups but he was so strong and he was still carrying so much, without ever moaning that it could only trigger admiration and respect.

He passed away maybe a week and a half after I left for London. I stayed at home, in France, as long as I could and waited until the day before my MA induction at university to get on the train and begin this new venture he was so proud of me undertaking. I remember my last evening and night at home: my dad called me at least twice during the night seeking assistance for this and that, and, each time, right before I went back to bed, he asked me: ‘Are you happy? Are you happy to go back to London?’. He asked me this very same question in the morning before my grandpa drove me to the train station, and with a forced smile on my fake happy face, I lied to him and I said ‘yes, I am’… simply because I didn’t want to worry him and this way, I hoped that it would help him get better, but I guess I was wrong…

And then, I kissed him and said ‘I’ll see you soon at Christmas’… although I won’t.

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“My dad was the most human and caring person I knew. He cared more about others than he did about himself, and that somehow led him to the stars… He is my biggest inspiration when it comes to what type of person I want to be: a caring human being above all, even if it sometimes hurts and even if it sometimes hurts you so bad you die. Caring about and for people is the most important life lesson I’ve learnt from my dad. . He was also my hero, like most dads are their daughter’s heroes. But in the last months of his life, I saw this man I’ve always been relying on switching roles with me. I had become the one he needed to rely on, and no matter how normal and natural that felt to me, it still was pretty hard to be… someone else’s hero; and somehow, I guess that’s when and how I realised all that he had to sacrifice for me, for my brother, and for so many other people. . For the past 6-7 years, my dad was going to war against cancer every single day. It’s been a long and rough sort of ‘roller coaster’ journey, with more lows than highs, more downs than ups but he was so strong and he was still carrying so much, without ever moaning that it could only trigger admiration and respect.” . Read Marie’s full story at www.alexlookingforheroes.com/marie ~ Link in bio . Story submitted by @onmyway_bymarieA photo posted by Looking for Heroes (@alexlookingforheroes) on

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  1. December 18, 2015 / 3:29 AM

    Well Marie, guess what: At Dec. 6th I was in Hamburg GER, thinking ’bout my Mother (born 1931, Helsinki, Suomi-Finland) bc she didnt want to join me (born 1957, Hannover, GER) at the Saint Niclas Party, Hampurin Merimies Kirkko.

    Love You Too, [Baby] Marie.

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