Wesley John Marshall, after a long race well run, has reached the finish
line. We know he crossed it with hands held high, in celebration of a life
well lived. Until recently he was still home with his wife Marion of 69+
years. They had four children: Larry, Randy (wife Susan), Sue (husband Jack)
and Debra (husband Tony). Grandchildren Lauren, Katie, Tom and Brooke were
deeply loved. Dad was an animal lover and always had dogs and cats. He has
a dog he named 'Buddy', which sums up their rapport. Throughout our lives
his support has been unwavering. He had a sincere interest in our varied
careers, to the extent of helping out in Larry's Law office for 20+ years.
He was a cheerleader for our various sports, happily getting up at 5am to
take Randy to hockey and cheering Randy on from the football stands. He
never missed any of Deb's equestrian competitions; or just to watch her ride
and be company at the barn. Yes, the horses were very fond of Dad too and
they nickered at him when they saw him. Dad was always our "go to" for
house repairs and renovations, something Sue was drawn to and she picked up
his flair for power tools and tool belts which Dad greatly admired her for.
He and Mom stood in the cold rain to watch Larry race in Fall rowing
regattas, after observing with a wink, that he might have known Larry would
find a sport to do sitting down. Truth be told, Dad knew rowing was a sport
that requires fitness from your nose to your toes and he was immensely
impressed with Larry's decades long dedication to rowing. During our many
long drives back from the cottage we'd stop in Kirkfield to get gas. The
four of us kids would have our faces pressed against the back windows just
hoping he'd bring us back a treat when he went in to pay for the gas. He
never disappointed and would come back with a fistful of treats which led to
the rattling of the packaging being unwrapped in the car. Dad confused us
one Christmas years ago when we found a gift under the tree, "to Marni with
love"; and that's the year we learned "Marni" was Dad's nickname for Mom.
We would marvel at how many people Dad knew when we went out as a family.
He would smile and wave with a "Hey great to see you/how are you doing!" to
people we hadn't met before; but Dad knew them. When Tony first met Dad,
Dad invited him to York Downs for a round of Golf. Sharing his passion,
Tony stepped up to the Tee block and shanked it to the left. Dad as kind as
he always was said "I didn't see that ~ hit another one Tony" as they looked
down the fairway trying to figure out where the first ball landed.
Deb, Tony, Lauren, Katie and Tom were especially blessed to have Dad (and
still Mom) living with them for those spontaneous chats and coffees. All of
us consider ourselves lucky to have had so many years with Dad, a parent and
friend, who was most often characterized as 'a really nice guy' henceforth,
Life won't quite be the same, or as much fun......rest well.