My father is a hero. Not "he was a hero". He still is one. And not just because he was in the military and he served his country. No, it's because of his courage and his sacrifice. He is the hardest worker I have ever seen. He tries his best to do anything in life and he always has. He doesn't slack off. Never has. He doesn't get lazy. He gets things done the way he should and that's how it's always been. Not only that, but like mentioned before, he served his country. He went to Afghanistan a few years ago and left for a year. I was sad, but I was happy because I knew my Dad was where he belonged. Fighting the good fight, protecting this country and serving it. Because he loves his home. And I will always admire him for that.
I would say that the theme that Leo Tolstoy explores in this excerpt from The Death of Ivan Ilyich is that C) human mortality is inevitable, and it is important to live an authentic life.
