I miss my dad. I was thinking about my dad today, so I decided to perform an internet search on his name.
Nothing came up.
No information, no photos, no videos … no mention whatsoever of the person that meant the most to me for most of my life.
No information about his service to our country in the United States Marine Corps, in two wars – World War II and Korea.
No mention of his tenure with the one company for which he worked faithfully for 19 years ... or of his success starting his own business, a business that was the best in its industry for 26 years.
Nothing about his surviving skin cancer and losing a kidney …
Even sadder, not one message, reply, thought, kind word or remark about him from anyone, anywhere.
It’s like my dad never lived … like he had no impact on human existence.
That couldn’t be farther from the truth. My dad was a kind soul and a gentleman. We both loved to watch old movies, especially ones with John Wayne and Carey Grant in them. Stealing a line from the latter, I used to tell him, “You’re a better man than I, Gunga Din.”
It’s true; he was a better man than I, yet I can be found all over the internet … page after page with my name mentioned, but not one mention of the man I admired most.
If you ask, “Why is there no mention of him?” It’s because he was a quiet man who lived “under the radar,” and because he was the most humble individual I have ever known. He allowed others to take credit for things he did. He had no ego. He was selfless. He found his reward in the doing, not in the mentioning.
Those qualities don’t make you a celebrity on the internet, unless of course you do your good deed in front of people or a camera, but that wasn’t my dad’s way.
My dad was the man who would always give his seat to someone else; who would always hold the door for someone else; who would always let others talk first and most.
He was always the first to offer to pay and the last in line. He never broke his word, his handshake was his bond, and you could always count on him … ALWAYS, no matter what!
My dad was an easy-going, kindhearted, soft-spoken soul. He was the best man at my wedding, and my best friend … and I couldn’t find one mention of him on the internet.
I wrote this for you, dad … Richard Henry de Marigny (1928-1998), in case one day, my sons look for their grandfather on the internet … or someone else does … or just so, the next time I’m missing you and thinking of you, and look for a mention of you on the internet, I find something … this.
A hero never mentioned. Semper Fi.