"The saddest moment in life was when..." my dad passed away. His name was Norman Lee Marcov and he was 37 when he died. I lost my best friend!
My dad, Norman Lee Marcov was born on January 17th, 1966 in Dubuque Iowa. His parents are Donald, and Teresa, both of Dubuque. He has five brothers and six sisters, all of Dubuque.
He has five children, two boys and three girls. The kids are Zachary, 23, of Dubuque, Iowa, Amber, 21, of T-Town, Arizona, Dalton, 14, Hannah, 11, and Felicia, 17, all of Clermont, Iowa. He was married to Julie, of Clermont, Iowa.
Two of the five children have children of their own. Amber has three boys of her own and they are Julian, Christian, and James. Zachary has two children, one being adopted when he gets married to his fiance Candace. Zach's kids are Levi, his own and Collin, will be adopted when he gets married.
My dad was the biggest Nascar fan around. He also loved watching the Green Bay Packers play. He enjoyed working on cars and hanging out with his family. He always had good luck when he went to the races and I went with. I always cheered him on and he thought it was really good. After he would win, we would celebrate by going out to eat and then going home and sitting there talking about what happened at the races.
October 5th, 2002 was the worst day of my life though. My dad had done something I wasn’t very happy with. When I found out what had happened, I cried myself to sleep every night because my dad was gone. My dad had committed suicide. It hurt to lose him.
The day of the wake, I woke up and took a shower then got dressed. I went downstairs to eat breakfast and then went upstairs, finished putting on my makeup, and then we headed out the day for the wake. The wake lasted all day. After the wake got over, my mom didn’t feel like cooking anything, so we went out to eat at the restaurant my dad always used to take us.
The next morning, we skipped school because we had the funeral, so when my mom came in and woke me up, I went in and took a shower, then I got dressed. I put my makeup on and then went down and ate something before I had to leave. We all met at the funeral home, where the wake had been the day before. When everyone was there, we decided who rode with whom. Everyone car-pooled so there would not be many cars there. At noon, the funeral started, and everyone that was there was in tears. My uncles and my grandpa were the ones who lowered the casket into the ground.
When they all started to lower the casket into the ground, I took off running towards the road. My cousin Jacob ran after me and asked me what I was doing, and when I told him I wanted to go with my dad, he said “ your dad is in a better place now” I started crying even more. He and I walked back to where they had lowered the casket in the ground, and I asked them to bring it back up and open the casket back up, they said yes. When they did, I ran over to the casket and hugged my best friend, my dad, the person I looked up too. After that I felt much better, about giving him one last hug. But I was still hurting really bad because he was gone and not coming back.
I miss my dad very much and I think about him all the time. I will never forget the way I was always following him around and being his shadow. Every summer I go back home to Dubuque and I sit there in the cemetery with my dad and talk to him for hours. I enjoy that but I still cry every once in a while because I miss him!! I love my dad!! It hurts to lose one of your parents to suicide. I hope it never happens to anybody else, if it hasn't happened already.