When I worked at a summer camp, we often had themed dress days.
For Christmas Days, you’d wear all your Christmas accessories. For Disney Day, you’d dress as a prince or princess or something. For Donald Trump day you’d all wear ridiculous hairpieces and throw money at everything.
The week we held “Hero Day,” one camper — with a level of adorable that was actually fairly common at that age — came as her father.
Eyes aglow, she told me all about his career with the Tennessee Titans (physician, not player), how wonderful he was, how she loved him more than anything else.
I couldn’t help but be sad for her. In just a few years, all that would change.