Statue of Superman

This is a fond memory of mine and a favorite story to tell.


We, Debra, Dearth and myself, were driving by a very large cemetery. Dearth was 3 or 4 at the time and was sitting in his car seat in the back.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look! Look! Is that a statue of Superman?”

Debbie and I both look. There, standing with arms raised above his head, was a large statue of Jesus.

Deb looked at me and I didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes son. Yes it is.”