"What is your greatest fear? You always seem so fearless."

"You know what, my father, he never said anything that was irrelevant or out of context. I remember in fifth grade, on a class field trip, the boy I had a crush on walked up to him and asked my father what his greatest fear was. He simply looked down at the little innocent child and said, "Tuesday's." He was brilliant, no one ever questioned the fact that the only thing he feared were Tuesday's. Little did I know that a few years later, I would bury my father deep in the ground on a Tuesday. At the moment he responded to the boy, I laughed and hugged him for being silly, but the irony hurt more than the fact that he died. I fear Tuesday's, they pain me with sorrow that I cannot even explain, not even my dad could explain. I still laugh at my idiocy, just wishing I could have him for one more Tuesday. My father was the bravest man on the planet, and even he feared Tuesday's."