Fun Monday- Who is your hero?

This week I'm your wonderful host and this is my assignment... Tell me about the Super Hero in your life. Not from TV, but anyone that has been or is in your life that you have really looked up to or has made a impact on your life. It can one or many. You can share pictures if you like. Just have fun with it.

I know a lot of you think I'm going to write of my mom. Even thou she is one of my heroes, she is not the hero I'm going to write about this week. I would like to tell you about another very important lady. (My scanner will not work so; I can not show you her picture.)
My mom’s sister, my Aunt Shirley, is the hero of my life I would like to share with you. My Aunt Shirley was a very happy and fun loving person. She was always one of the few that really understood me. Aunt Shirley and momma would joke all the time that they got their daughters mixed up. (I should have Aunt Shirley’s and Kathy should have belonged to momma.) My Aunt is the one that gave me my nick name “Kitten.” She would call her daughter Kathy, “Kat” and me “Kitten.
(There are so many stories of Aunt Shirley I could tell, but I don’t know where to start.)(I will just tell you of the last years of her Life.)
She had worked for US Post Office for over 30 years when she passed away.
About 4-5 years before Aunt Shirley passed away, she got where she would stay very tired. My mom, being a nurse, would give Aunt Shirley vitamin B12 shots once a week. Being the lady she was, she still kept on pushing and always a smiling. I remember her breaking her leg just walking across the road to her car from work. Everybody was real worried about her, but we didn’t know what to do or what was going on. She kept on pushing and a smiling. She finally changed Drs and at the same time we finally found out what was wrong with her; she got promoted to Post Master. I remember having mixed emotions about this. Here was a lady that had worked hard for what she wanted and she had always wanted to be a Post Master. She got the job, but only got to do the job for about a week or 2. The Dr told us that Aunt Shirley had cancer and had maybe 3-6 months to live. This was a big slap in my face. (Well, everybody’s.) We found out it had started as lung cancer, went to her bones, to her blood stream, and then through her whole body. (Aunt Shirley never had smoked in her life. She would make muscadine wine once a year and only have one glass to check it.) Even through all this, she still kept her head up high and always smiling. She still was strong through all the chemo and everything else. She was the one holding my mom and Kat up. 2 days before she passed away I went to see her. As I walked in the room she sent mom and Kat out. She grabbed me and said, “I’m so glad to have a strong one here, because I’m tired of holding them 2 cry babies up” and she laid her head in my lap and cried. I set there and held her for about an hour. Then she pulled herself together and told me she was going to be okay. She told me to always be strong and hold my head up high! I never got to see her again. The night she passed a way, she had her husband call her pastor and ask him to have church at her home. They came over and while they were singing “I’ll Fly Away”, she passed.
I have noticed that I have the song “Lean on Me” 2 times on my blog. That was my Aunt’s favorite song and she always told me that they were some of the best words to live by. At times I really miss her and as I get older, I see my self paying close attention to what she had told me years ago.
In my eyes, Aunt Shirley is what defines that of a hero and always will be in my eyes!