The author reflects on the 28th anniversary of her father's death from a heart attack at age 42. She is surprised by how much his death still affects her emotionally, even more so now as an adult than when she was a teenager. As she has gotten older, she has realized the important role her father would have played in her life and career choices. She wonders how different her life might have been if he had lived and questions how his personality and relationship with her mother may have changed over the years. At age 37 with a young son of her own, she is motivated to improve her health in order to be there for her son for many years to come.
The author reflects on the 28th anniversary of her father's death from a heart attack at age 42. She is surprised by how much his death still affects her emotionally, even more so now as an adult than when she was a teenager. As she has gotten older, she has realized the important role her father would have played in her life and career choices. She wonders how different her life might have been if he had lived and questions how his personality and relationship with her mother may have changed over the years. At age 37 with a young son of her own, she is motivated to improve her health in order to be there for her son for many years to come.
The author reflects on the 28th anniversary of her father's death from a heart attack at age 42. She is surprised by how much his death still affects her emotionally, even more so now as an adult than when she was a teenager. As she has gotten older, she has realized the important role her father would have played in her life and career choices. She wonders how different her life might have been if he had lived and questions how his personality and relationship with her mother may have changed over the years. At age 37 with a young son of her own, she is motivated to improve her health in order to be there for her son for many years to come.
The author reflects on the 28th anniversary of her father's death from a heart attack at age 42. She is surprised by how much his death still affects her emotionally, even more so now as an adult than when she was a teenager. As she has gotten older, she has realized the important role her father would have played in her life and career choices. She wonders how different her life might have been if he had lived and questions how his personality and relationship with her mother may have changed over the years. At age 37 with a young son of her own, she is motivated to improve her health in order to be there for her son for many years to come.
January is a time when we all look forward, but for me its
also a time when I look back. It was 28 years ago this week that my dad left us and, after all these years , its taken me by surprise that it still affects me. In fact it bothers me more now than it did when I was a teenager. I suppose at that age youre not prone to reflection, but more concerned with just living in the moment. As I have aged though I have realised more keenly what place he would have occupied in my life. The gap feels bigger now. That has shaken me a little this week as I hadnt expected to feel so sad time is meant to heal isnt it? I havent cried today but then in the past there have been years when I was at university perhaps when the date would completely bypass me, until my mum would mention it.. oh.. yes, yes, I know mum Id reply on the phone, silently kicking myself. Thats terrible isnt it? So why do I feel it more now than 10 years ago? As life settles down and you look at where youve ended up, you do begin to put the pieces of your life together and see more clearly the picture youve created for yourself. I often and by that I mean almost daily wonder how my personal and professional choices might have been different if he had stayed alive. When he died everything became centered on my mum, and the responsibility I felt I had to her. At the very least my choice of university many years later was dictated by its proximity to Preston. Thank goodness, Lancaster University was a fine institution, and one Im still involved with now. Try as I might, with the power of my vivid imagination, I can never re-write my history with my dad still in the picture because I dont know how he would have changed over those years. Would he have mellowed? Would he have supported me in doing journalism a career that is unpredictable, with unsociable hours. How would my parents relationship have changed? The questions start as a drip, drip, and end up as a tidal wave. And small tears prick up beneath my eyelids as I write. I was 9 years old when he suffered his second heart attack in as many years and that was it the final straw. No third or fourth chances. He was 42. He was
overweight, and didnt look after his health as he should
have, but 42 still feels harsh, dear Mother Nature. Im 37 now and have a little boy who is 2. I thought he was old when I was younger of course I did your parents always seem like they are ancient when youre a kid. He wasnt though was he? Just a few years older than I am now and with plenty of hopes still left for his daughters, and I think especially for me, his youngest. Its no coincidence that Im writing while Im having lunch at the gym. Its packed with folk here today ah yes, the new year, new me brigade are out in full force. I suppose I must be one of them. Nothing changes though I still battle bad eating habits and zero desire to do exercise, year after year. The unhealthy gene must be one I inherited from my dad! He still lives on in me it appears. This year will be different though (she writes hopefully). As I approach 42 - the meaning of life, no less, according The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy I know I dont have forever to sort this body (and mind) out. And annoyingly it wont sort itself out while Im sleeping, in some miraculous way. Theres no alternative now I have to do it no longer for the sake of vanity but because I want still be in the picture my son creates for himself by the time hes 37. Ill keep you posted on my progress and if you want to chat before next month, then send me your 2015 healthy aims on Twitter @ranvir01 and we can encourage each other!