That’s all super!
But what’s that got to do with me? Or my life?
Well, maybe supernovas are not too irrelevant.
The super heroes and villains that I like are either all fictitious or all dead.
And I prefer it that way.
But I once knew a hero;
A hero of heroes.
Despite that hero not donning the tight, spandexy get-up we’re too familiar with, my hero still had a great taste in clothes. And chocolate.
We knew each other for a couple of decades. It wasn’t all peaceful, of course.
Sometimes, it was far from it.
Usually, it was my fault.
Except near the end, when a “super” villain showed up.
Neither of us saw it coming,
And neither of us was prepared.
We still tried our best to conquer it.
But that damned super villain was hell-bent on bringing my hero down to their knees.
And it did.
I tell you, though – my hero of heroes did not go down without a glorious fight.
And that villain? It’s no longer super.
And my hero?
My hero lives.