After the mighty have fallen
A/N I started thinking about Superman this evening. Here is my tribute to the fallen: Christopher Reeve.
-S-
I am late far too often. Late with homework, late for celebrations, late for school and more classes than I can count. So it was no surprise that when I became interested in Superman, and asked what the actors involved were doing now, it was two years too late for one of them.
Christopher was a lot like my dad. Tall, dark hair and eyes, and pale skin. They both seemed to wear a perpetual smile. Superman is also a lot like my dad. Impossibly strong (or so it seems to me), tall, and seemingly able to accomplish anything.
So how could an accident kill this man? Christopher, a hero in every sense of the word. His powers were unconquerable (except by the obvious) and to me, like to millions of other children, he seemed invincible, even though we all knew Krypton could not exist. But its last son did.
Did: past tense. Did as in, used to do something, but stopped.
Superman flies again, but the man who brought him to life will never see it happen.
And because of my lateness, all I can say is rest in peace to the only Kal-El who was ever real to me.
Rest in peace, Christopher Reeve.
If Superman existed, he would be proud of you.
-S-