Corsicana Daily Sun, Corsicana, Texas


June 14, 2013

My Daddy, My Hero

A dad is a little girl’s first hero. I realize not everyone is fortunate enough to have a father in the picture from birth, but for those who do, he can be a giant.

I write this on Flag Day, June 14, Friday, which marks four years since my Daddy departed his earthly body and went to reside with his Savior. I miss him. Strangely, his own father, Fred. E. “Bud” Brown also passed away on this date in 1985.

Those two men were my heroes.

My Granddad Bud was more “playful” than Daddy, but then, that’s the joy of being a grandparent. My granddad was a hard-working man who never finished high school, ran off and married my grandmother (the iridescent Neva) then returned home and kept it a secret for months, because they were so young. Coming of age during the Depression, my grandparents worked hard for everything they had, and were thrifty and frugal, because they had to be.

My dad grew up poor, which I think gave him a great appreciation for fine things. He delighted in being different, the only one in his Army barracks to smoke a pipe and read Tolstoy (rather than cigarettes and Playboy). He tried a lot of things after high school, which put him at odds with my Granddad many times, before he found that thing that was his “bliss.”

Both men were fine Christians, and my father had a compassionate heart. After his passing, people came out of the woodwork to tell me how he’d written them a letter at a low point, or sought them out to give them a book he felt had meaning when they were going through a dark time. I love that about him.

I shared Dad’s photo on Facebook, and mentioned praying this Father’s Day weekend for those who have lost their fathers. Immediately my friend Wendy Woodcock popped up, who just lost her daddy Don last week. Not only was he their hero, but he was a hero to many young girls my age and younger who played softball for him “back in the day.”

My friend Gena popped up, whose daddy Bobby Fluker we said good-bye to recently. Corsicana simply won’t be the same without Bobby Fluker out there advocating for our history, and the integrity of the music.

Other friends including Suzanne Hodge Butaud and Beverly Mitchell Strange, both of whom my Dad loved dearly, and who have lost their own fathers, commented. My dear co-worker Michael is in my prayers, having just lost his father last month. We all miss our daddies.

To those of you fortunate enough to still have your daddy, hold him close. Hug him extra tight.

And to those of you blessed to have children: Take note of how important your role in their lives is. It is not just that of provider — being a Daddy goes much, much deeper than that.

You are their hero. Strive to be worthy of that title.


Deanna Kirk is a Daily Sun staff writer and editor of Explore magazine. Her column appears on Saturdays. She may be reached via e-mail at Want to “Soundoff” on this column? Email:

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