From Matthew Nagato (nephew)
Aunty Marilyn was fierce.
Anyone who knew her, who knew her well and knew her completely, came to recognize how fierce she was. People who are fierce can be headstrong, they can make others uncomfortable with how emotional they can get.
But my Aunty Marilyn, she was fierce about all the right things in life: her kids, her grandkids, her family. It was a passionate belief in, and defense of, the people who mattered most to her.
As a young boy, honestly, it could be a scary thing to see. But as a young man, and now as an old one, it’s something I recognize as one of life’s most important lessons and a person’s most important trait: how much do they love and protect the people closest to them?
And, of course, she would always punctuate what she was saying with hearty laughter at the end, inviting you to perhaps not take things too seriously.
I never realized it then, but I look back on all the family outings, all the family gatherings and late nights spent as a child listening to adults talk, when everyone else, the other aunties or uncles, my parents or my siblings, would all too often dismiss what I had to say, would try to push me down for talking out of turn or acting too big for my age, Aunty Marilyn was the one who would say something encouraging. She might not have believed anything I’d said was right or true, she might have even thought I was acting too big for my age, but she was willing to say something that made me believe I wasn’t just a dumb kind. She would say things, while not always agreeing, that left open the possibilities.
At the time I thought she was just being contrarian; that she was just going against the flow, wanting to be different than everyone else who had dismissed me or what I’d said.
I recognize now, that in her own way, she was protecting me, too. Maybe she recognized what it was like to feel dismissed, maybe she’d felt that way in her past, and didn’t want me to feel it, too. Maybe it was just love for a nephew.
Whatever the case may have been, whatever her reasons for lending some of that fierce energy to me, I’ll always be grateful to her for helping, in a small but meaningful way, turn that scrawny young boy of yesterday into the person and the man I am today.