Durable, no matter how long I think about it, all that comes to mind is my Dad.
It was over 20 years ago that he had a heart attack and a triple bypass surgery; and still his heart beat on for years. He was diagnosed with diabetes; he watched what he ate (somewhat) and his blood still sustained him for years. He was diagnosed with COPD; and still his lungs breathed in and out for years.
There were stories of harsh winter storms and blizzards he drove through to safety. He fell off a roof helping a friend do a roofing project; had chronic back problems but still stood tall. There were stories of taking down robbers and murderers and a few different riots he worked through; all he survived to see another day on duty.
He had a durable marriage that lasted 49 years until my Mom passed away. He survived raising two daughters that may not have always been the most perfect children… ok, we gave him a lot of headaches but still he showed us love and support.
Durable is one of many words I can use to describe my Dad; missed is another.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – durable