My father died at the age of 35. It was 1989; I was 12 (well 6 weeks away from turning 13).
I am now a week away from turning 35 myself. I saw it coming, I could see the realization grow from a giant blur to crystal clear as this current summer has passed. Internalizing for months how I am now in the same year as he was the summer he knew his life was ending, see he didn’t win in the battle of cancer. Funny thing is, I didn’t think this was going to be such a big deal, when my older sister turned 35 and she too had her own realization and struggle to hit this young age of 35, I told her to brush it off, no big deal. Well, I guess I owe her an apology….sorry Jenn. I underestimated what you were going through, I now know the weight it carries.
See, as you can imagine or even remember yourself, at the age of 12 I thought my dad was old, you too probably did as well. At 35 he was the man of the house…the sole provider, a husband, a father, a business owner; he had 14, 12, 8 and 6 year old children as well as a 33 year old wife and stay at home mother. With all that on your plate in the eyes of a 12 year old, he was old.
HA! I laugh at that now, 35 is far from old, funny how that realization came speeding at me this summer with a career, a husband, and 3 children of my own (8, 6 and 4 years of age) – I can relate to him in respect to age and responsibility for the first time in my own 35 years and now to only have to come to terms with that fact that I will now out live him. For the first time I see my father from the eyes of an adult, 22 years after his death and up until this summer, I saw him through the eyes of a 12 year old, a child’s eyes. To see him as an adult, as someone I can relate too is so new. I cannot imagine what he was going through as he turned 35 and knew that his battle was coming to an end. We actually celebrated his 35th birthday at the Hospital. What was he thinking, how was he processing what was about to be, being so young with so much and what would happen with out him, how would we get by, so overwhelming…
He missed so much of so many great things, I have missed him so much during so many great things. High school a mess for me in so many ways, my big move to NH (best decision of my life), my college education, my wedding and the birth of my 3 kids…the day to day small milestones, family celebrations, promotions and accomplishment as well as set back, fears, hard life lessons and even losses. But during all of it, he is in my thoughts; what would he think, is he proud, am I where he dreamed I would be some day.
He was a worker, a provider, a believer and I see that and take that with me as my daily guidance to do the same. But mostly he was a great dad and we all knew it. Boy did I love him and boy I know he loved me, he showed it every moment I can remember.
Now, he left us early, I know I am still here in the moment with my family, my children. How Lucky I am!
I have spent many months thinking about how young he was, a new perspective for me to process, and in it my 35th birthday has been very intimidating. Do I celebrate that I am here, stay in bed and wallow in his loss and realization of what he said goodbye to, or do I just embrace the fact that I am lucky and here and young with a full life ahead of me to celebrate my kids and my husband and our families and keep him in my heart every day as I have so far. You think the answer to this is simple, but with emotions in so many directions the answer bounces daily and is often not very clear to me. So, do I celebrate with something wild to look forward in order to get through the day, to mark my life – the life he helped to give to me, do I hang with friends, sneak off with my husband…so many options.
But, with this a week away, it dawned on me. Celebrate life that is what he would have wanted! Celebrate it as I have built it, with my husband and my 3 beautiful children and any family or friends who happen to be around and treat the day special. By special I mean, enjoy every minute of the day, be it what ever the day should offer and embrace the celebration that I, at 35, am here and will be here. How fortune am I, how lucky are my children.
AND know…I am young, as was he! So to answer my question 35 maybe appear old to a 12 year old but 35 is young.
Cheers to you Dad, William “Duke” Marshall, you are with me every day! I love you every day!
Thank you, because as you are in my heart you helped guide me to who I am today and believe it or not, I like it! Cheers to 35!