My dad, my hero

The man I knew as my dad as a child has long gone.
For a while a shell existed where he has been.
I think though that this new dad is really rather wonderful (most of the time)
He, while strapped to an expert, jumped out of a plane two days ago. Lost a converse trainer but enjoyed it.
Why? Why not.

I explained to a new, potential friend that he started really trying again when he saw that I could give up.
I was very close.
That month felt endless.
I knew I could be a shell too.
I have it in me.
But I was saved and I live again.
So does he.
It has to be these big, larger than the disease, events.
He can't dance, so he flies.