Remembering My Dad Through Running & Writing

The Man That Wasn't, remembering my dad

My sister (left), my dad and me (right) on a trip to Florida in 1982.

My very first post on “Run, Karla, Run!” back in October 2009 was about remembering my dad through running the Bank of America Chicago Marathon.

That marathon was an emotional one for me. The race on October 11, 2009 marked the 6th anniversary of my father’s death in the city of my youth.

In The Chicago Marathon Homecoming Run, I wrote:

Just after the 12-mile mark, the marathon course tracks past The Merchandise Mart, where my dad worked during his glory days. I spent many weekends at my dad’s office when I was growing up. I can never pass the Mart without thinking of him. He was a workaholic, but more importantly, he was an alcoholic.

And after the race, I wrote in The Chicago Marathon: A Run Down Memory Lane:

As we crossed the Chicago River near the 12-mile marker, we passed the building where my dad once worked. “That’s the Merchandise Mart,” one of the pace team leaders yelled to the group. “It’s the largest office building in the world.” I bowed my head and prayed for strength. Not for me, but for him. At some point during his life, he’d lost the strength he once had; he died of alcoholism at the age of 58.

Last month marked the 10th anniversary of this death.

Now I’m remembering my father in print, once again, with “The Man That Wasn’t: My Father’s Slow Suicide.”

My dad never knew me as a runner. For a decade, I hated running, thanks to a bone tumor in my leg just below my knee. The surgery that changed my life, and opened up the world of running to me, happened just two months after my father died.

My dad with Mickey Mouse.

My dad with Mickey Mouse.

That realization occurred to me as I ran the Walt Disney World Marathon earlier this year. My dad used to take my sister and me to Walt Disney World every year when we were kids. I wrote a post about it, Wine & Dine Half Marathon Invokes Disney Memories, as I set out to run my first Disney race. Being at Walt Disney World is among some of the happiest memories I have of him, largely because he was always happy when we were there.

As I circled Epcot’s World Showcase in mile 25 of the Walt Disney World Marathon, I thought about my dad and my trips there with him. But remembering my dad is often a messy endeavor. Suddenly, I thought about all he’s missed in the last 10 years. It was just after we stopped in Morocco for a picture with Jasmine and Aladdin. Epcot’s Morocco is where my husband, Phil, proposed to me after our first runDisney race in 2011.

My father never met Phil. My dad missed my wedding and my sister’s, which was just one month after he died. He missed my transformation from loather to lover of running—a transformation that inspired me to make covering the sport as a reporter and blogger my career. He missed the birth of his two grandchildren and the opportunity to watch them grow. He’s missed taking them to Walt Disney World, an honor I’ve had three times. And most of all, he’s missed all the amazing things that might have happened in his own life.

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Running the Walt Disney World Marathon with my husband. (Photo: RunKarlaRun.com)

These thoughts went swirling through my mind like a tornado. I broke out sobbing while I ran, dressed as Cinderella in rags with Phil as Jacques the Mouse by my side.

Marathons have that effect on me. I often become emotionally vulnerable while I run.

But this time it was overwhelming. I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe and I had to walk to calm myself down.

It was not unlike the scene in Cinderella, when she sobs beside the fountain in her tattered gown, lamenting that she’ll never go to the ball.

Well, there I was at a ball of my own, so to speak, with my own Prince Charming by my side. The problem was my father would never see the joy I’ve found in life. A joy that somehow eluded him. Suddenly my own joy was heart-rending.

Now, 10 months after that race and 10 years after my father’s death, I’m remembering him in a new way: by giving his story a new life. The Big Roundtable, a new platform for long-form narrative nonfiction published “The Man That Wasn’t: My Father’s Slow Suicide.” The piece was also excerpted at TheWeek.com, which chose it as one of its “Must Clicks” over the weekend.

The Big Roundtable’s motto is: “A home for writers with true stories they need to tell.” If ever there was a story I needed to tell, this is it. This is my father’s story, and in many ways, the beginning of my own.

I started the project with a single word on my mind: Why? My investigation was inspired by James Baldwin’s seminal essay, “Notes of a Native Son” from the book of the same name.

“It was better not to judge the man who had gone down under an impossible burden. It was better to remember: Thou knowest this man’s fall; but thou knowest not his wrassling.”

Why did my father live and die the way he did? What was his wrassling?

Little did I know what I would discover—family secrets that might have been his undoing. These revelations led me to view my father in a new profound way—not as the man he was or wasn’t, but as the man he could have been.

If you’re so inclined, please read “The Man That Wasn’t” at TheBigRoundtable.com or the excerpt at TheWeek.com, and share it with anyone you think might benefit from it. At The Big Roundtable, you’ll also find an entire collection of narrative nonfiction that really sings, and stories that simply had to be told.

As always, thank you for reading.

Karla Bruning

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Karla Bruning hosts On The Run for New York Road Runners. She used to report for Newsweek but spent her free time squeezing in workouts. Now she freelances as a running reporter. She's run 7 marathons, 15 halves, 4 triathlons, sings in an '80s cover band, spoils her dog and travels compulsively.

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    Thank you for sharing your story about your father. It was a good reminder to me, an alcoholic in recovery, of what the drink does to us.

    Now I’m a runner and there is no room for booze in my fitness regime. I remind myself with every race that the runner’s high is so much better than a drunken haze.
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    Karla, what a brave thing to do, sharing your story. While your father may not have had the strength to face the past, you certainly do. By being open about your family’s history you are ensuring a healthy future for yourself and your loved ones. While it is important to move on from the past, recognizing it and coming terms with it are such important parts of the grieving and recovering process.
    Your story will stick with me for a long time to come.
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    You are an amazing person. Thank you for sharing your story, and your Fathers. I’m sad that he is not able to physically see the inspirational motivating person that you have become. You have accomplished so much and will continue to do so because you are living your life and learning from the things that he could have done differently. *HUGS*
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    Your story left me speechless. What amazing, brave honesty you have. I hope you’ve found comfort and healing.
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    I was very much moved by your story about your childhood and your father. You portrayed him with a great with of humanity and compassion. I’m terribly sorry for what alcoholism did to him and your family. You came through this with an incredible amount of strength and grace.
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    Thank you so much for confiding in people with such intimate and difficult details of your life. I won’t deny I definitely shed a tear (ok, more than 1) at both this original post, and your/his story. It’s odd, I was actually debating these past few days about writing a post about addiction, as it’s been on my mind lately, but didn’t haven’t the courage or strength to do it. I hope telling this helps to find some peace. I wish I had something better to say to your but I just cannot seem to find the words, perhaps because there are none.
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    Karla,

    You’re essay left me speechless as well. How wonderful and brave that you wrote it, thank you for sharing it will all of us.
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