Picture a man standing on a brightly lit television sound stage. The cameras aren’t rolling yet. The crew is busy. And in the middle of all that bustle, this man is staring down at a piece of furniture. An ordinary little ottoman, the kind you might rest your feet on at the end of a long day.
He’s studying it the way a soldier studies a stretch of open ground he’s about to cross. Because in a few moments, he is going to trip over that ottoman. On purpose, in front of millions of people. And he is going to make it look like the funniest accident anyone has ever seen. That man is Dick Van Dyke. And here’s the thing I want you to hold on to as we go along, because it’s the secret to everything that follows.
He once explained that the trick to falling, really falling, the kind that gets a laugh instead of a broken hip, is to go completely loose. You don’t brace yourself. You don’t fight it. You surrender to the fall. You let your body go soft, and somehow, by letting go, you survive it. Fall loose. Remember that.
Because the man who taught the whole world how to take a tumble and bounce right back up, was about to spend a good part of his real life learning that exact same lesson, the hard way. Off camera, where nobody was laughing. We’re going to spend the next little while together walking through the long, surprising, and genuinely moving life of one of the most beloved entertainers America has ever produced.
And I promise you, there is far more to this story than the cheerful fellow you remember dancing on the rooftops of London. There were falls in this man’s life that should have broken him. There was a darkness he carried in private for years while handing out joy in public. And there was, near the very end, a final twist that nobody, and I mean nobody, saw coming.
So, let’s go back to the beginning. Before there were the awards, before there was the fame, before there was that famous ottoman, there was just a boy growing up in the American Midwest during some of the hardest years this country has ever known. He was born in 1925, which meant that he came of age right in the teeth of the Great Depression.
And if you’ve ever spoken to anyone who lived through those years, and many of you watching may remember them yourselves, you know that they marked people. They taught a whole generation what it meant to do without, to stretch a dollar until it cried for mercy, to find joy not in things, because there weren’t many things to be had, but in each other.
And here’s where you start to see the shape of the man forming. Because young Dick figured out something early on, something that a lot of folks never figure out at all. He discovered that he could change the entire mood of a worried room with a single joke. He could walk into a kitchen heavy with grown-up anxiety, money troubles, work troubles, all the quiet fears of those depression years.
And with a bit of clowning, a funny face, a silly walk, he could lift the whole thing. He could make people forget, just for a moment, how hard everything was. Now, think about what a discovery that is for a child. He learned that laughter wasn’t just fun. Laughter was useful. Laughter was a kind of medicine he could hand out for free, and it made the people he loved feel better.
For a boy who didn’t have much in the way of money, that was a power. That was something he could give when there was nothing else to give. And he never, ever forgot it. That instinct, the deep, almost stubborn need to make other people feel good, became the engine of his entire life. It’s the thread that runs through every single thing he ever did, from those depression-era kitchens all the way to the sound stages of Hollywood.
He wasn’t the man who performed because he craved applause for himself. He performed because he genuinely, sincerely wanted you to have a better day than the one you walked in with. Hold that thought because it’s going to matter enormously when we get to the dark part of his story. Like a lot of young men of his generation, he served his country during the Second World War.
And here, fittingly, even his military service had a connection to entertainment. He spent time as a radio announcer for the armed forces. So even in uniform, even in wartime, there he was doing what he was built to do. Getting on the airwaves and lifting people’s spirits. The boy who cheered up the kitchen had simply found a bigger room to do it in.
After the war, he set out to make a real go of show business, and I won’t pretend it was an overnight success because it wasn’t. He worked the small stages. He did the unglamorous gigs. He scraped along the way nearly every entertainer who ever made it had to scrape along at the start. He was learning his craft, paying his dues, and figuring out exactly what kind of performer he was going to be.
And it was during these early, hungry years that he met the woman who would become his first wife. Her name was Margie Willett. And the story of how the two of them got married is so charming, so absolutely of its time, that it almost sounds made up. But I promise you it’s true. They didn’t get married in a church or in a courthouse or in somebody’s backyard.
They got married on a radio program. Live. On the air. Back in those days, there was a popular radio show built around real couples getting married as part of the broadcast. Wedding as entertainment with the audience listening in at home. And that is exactly how Dick Van Dyke and Margie Willett tied the knot back in 1948.
They began their married life as a piece of live entertainment broadcast to strangers all across the country. Now, I want you to sit with how perfectly fitting that is. Here is a man whose entire identity from boyhood was wrapped up in performing for an audience. And even his own wedding, one of the most personal moments of a person’s life, became a performance.
A gift to listeners. The line between his private life and his public gift was blurry right from the very start. And as we’ll see, that blurriness, that habit of giving the public the happy version while keeping the harder truths to himself, would define a great deal of what came later. Dick and Margie built a family together.
Over the years, they had four children, two sons and two daughters. And by every account from those early years, this was a young couple genuinely in love starting out together, building something from very little, exactly the way so many couples of that generation did. So now you have the whole foundation. A boy shaped by the depression who learned that making people laugh was a kind of love.
A young man who served his country on the radio. A husband and father starting a family with the woman he married on the air. And a performer slowly, steadily clawing his way up through the tough early years of show business, carrying with him that one unshakable belief that his job, his real job, was to make you feel better.
Everything was in place. The character was formed. All he needed now was the break. And the break, when it finally came, was an absolute thunderclap. Because the man who’d been grinding away in the small rooms was about to step onto one of the biggest stages in the world. And what happened there would change his life forever.
And would set in motion the rise of one of the most beloved careers in the history of American entertainment. It started on Broadway. With a show and a role that would announce to everyone that a major new talent had arrived. The show was called Bye Bye Birdie. And it opened on Broadway in 1960. If you don’t know it, Bye Bye Birdie was a big, bright, energetic musical comedy.
A show built for someone with exactly the gifts Dick Van Dyke had spent his whole life sharpening. It needed a leading man who could sing, who could dance, who could do comedy, and who could do all three at once without ever appearing to break a sweat. It needed charm. It needed energy. It needed a fellow the audience would simply fall in love with the moment he walked out under the lights.
It needed, in other words, Dick Van Dyke. And he delivered. He didn’t just succeed in Bye Bye Birdie. He triumphed. He was a sensation. And the proof of just how big a sensation came in the form of the highest honor the American theater world can hand out. The Tony Award. Dick Van Dyke won a Tony for his work in that show.
The kid from the Depression Era Midwest, the young man who’d scraped along the small stages, was now a certified Broadway star with the industry’s top prize sitting on his shelf. But here’s the wonderful thing about a talent that big. It doesn’t stay contained on one stage. And the people who run that other great entertainment machine, television, were watching very closely.
Because just as Dick Van Dyke was lighting up Broadway, the people behind the scenes in television were looking for a fresh face to build a show around. They wanted someone likable, someone with comic timing, someone the whole American family could welcome into their living rooms week after week. And they found him.
In 1961, The Dick Van Dyke Show premiered on television. And with it, Dick Van Dyke went from being a Broadway star, admired by the relatively small number of people who could get to a theater, to being a household name in millions of homes across the entire country. This is the part of his career that so many of you watching will remember best and remember most fondly.
Because The Dick Van Dyke Show wasn’t just popular, it became one of the most beloved and respected television comedies of its entire era. A show that people still hold up all these decades later as an example of how the thing ought to be done. He played a character named Rob Petrie, a comedy writer for a television program.
And what made the show so special, so warm, so rewatchable, was that it managed to be brilliantly funny and genuinely human at the same time. It was sharp without being cruel. It was clever without being cold. It had heart. And right at the center of all that heart was Dick Van Dyke himself, bringing every ounce of the charm and the physical comedy and the warmth he’d been developing since those depression-era kitchens.
You remember the physical comedy, I’m sure. This was a man who could trip over an ottoman. There’s that ottoman again. And turn it into a moment of pure comic genius. He had a gift, almost a kind of magic for using his entire body to get a laugh. The pratfalls, the stumbles, the rubber-limbed dancing. It looked effortless.
It looked spontaneous. But of course, as anyone who has ever tried it knows, that kind of effortless takes enormous skill, enormous control, and a great deal of careful, painstaking practice. And this is where we circle right back to that secret we started with. Fall loose. Surrender to the fall. Let your body go soft so it doesn’t break.
That was the technical secret behind all that wonderful pratfall comedy. He had mastered the art of falling down in a way that looked dangerous, but kept him safe. I want you to file that away one more time, because the irony of it is about to become the very heart of this man’s story. Because here was a fellow who had achieved total mastery over the physical fall, who could throw himself over an ottoman a hundred times and rise up grinning every single time.
And yet in his private life, he was about to encounter a very different kind of fall. The kind you can’t rehearse. The kind that doesn’t look funny at all. The kind that nearly takes a man down for good. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, because the rise wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. The television show made him a national treasure, but there was one more height for him to reach.
A role that would lift him from being a beloved American star to being a figure recognized and adored all around the entire world. And it came, all of a sudden, from the magical workshop of Walt Disney. The film was Mary Poppins. The year was 1964. And it would make Dick Van Dyke immortal. If you’ve seen it, and honestly, who hasn’t, you know he played Bert, the cheerful, chimney-sweeping, kite-flying, sidewalk-painting friend to everyone.
Bert is the warm heart of that whole magical film. He dances with animated penguins. He leaps across the rooftops of London. He’s pure, unfiltered joy from beginning to end. And it is, without question, one of the most famous and beloved performances in the entire history of the movies. Now, I’d be doing you a disservice if I didn’t bring up the one little wrinkle in that legendary performance.
And it’s a wrinkle Dick Van Dyke himself loved to laugh about for the rest of his life. His attempt at a Cockney London accent in Mary Poppins has gone down in history as, well, one of the most spectacularly inaccurate accents ever committed to film. The British, in particular, have never quite let him forget it.
But here’s what I find so wonderful about that. He never got defensive about it. He never pretended it was anything other than what it was. He cheerfully, happily admitted that the accent was terrible, joked about it for decades, and wore it almost like a badge of honor. Which tells you everything about the man’s good nature.
He was the first person to laugh at himself. And that ability to laugh at himself, that humility, that warmth, is going to matter so much when we get to the harder chapters ahead. Because the world saw Bert dancing with penguins, radiating pure happiness. The world saw the man who could make any kitchen, any living room, any movie theater feel lighter.
What the world did not see, what was hidden carefully behind that famous grin, was a struggle that had been quietly growing for years. A fall that no amount of technique could make safe. And to understand how that darkness took hold, we have to look at what was happening behind the bright lights of all that success.
So, let’s step behind the bright lights for a moment because this is where the story turns and where you start to understand just how much courage this man actually had. From the outside in the 1960s, Dick Van Dyke’s life looked just about perfect. He was a Broadway star with a Tony Award.
He was the lead of one of the most beloved comedies on television. He’d starred in Mary Poppins, one of the biggest films in the world. He had a wife and four children. He was famous. He was rich. He was adored. If you’d ask the average person on the street to name a man who seemed to have it all, who seemed to radiate happiness, Dick Van Dyke would have been right near the top of the list.
And that, right there, is one of the oldest and most painful lessons in the whole history of fame. Because the public version of a person’s life and the private truth of it can be two completely different things. The man whose entire job, whose entire lifelong instinct was to make other people feel happy was, behind closed doors, fighting a battle that had nothing to do with happiness at all.
The battle was with alcohol. Now, I want to be careful and clear here, and I want to tell you this the way Dick Van Dyke himself told it because to his enormous credit, he did not hide it. He talked about it openly, honestly, for the rest of his life. This isn’t gossip, and it isn’t rumor, and it isn’t some secret that got dug up against his wishes.
This is something the man himself chose to share because he believed that sharing it might help someone else who was struggling in the same way. Dick Van Dyke was an alcoholic and for a period of years, right in the middle of all that dazzling public success, he was drinking heavily and privately struggling with a dependency that was slowly, quietly tightening its grip on his life.
Think about what that actually means. Think about the strangeness of it. While the cameras were rolling, while he was being the most cheerful man in America, while he was dancing across rooftops and tripping over ottomans and lifting the spirits of millions of strangers, he was carrying this heavy, hidden weight.
He was going home from being everyone’s source of joy and facing a darkness that all the fame and money in the world could do nothing to fix. And here’s something I think is important to understand, especially for those of us who lived through that era. Back then, in the 1960s and into the 1970s, the world understood addiction very differently than we do today.
There wasn’t the open, compassionate conversation about it that we have now. There was a great deal of shame attached to it. People hid it. Families hid it. It was treated as a moral failing, a weakness of character, something to be ashamed of rather than an illness to be treated. So, for a man in the public eye, a famous, beloved man whose whole image was built on wholesome, family-friendly cheerfulness, to admit to a drinking problem was an enormous risk.
It could have damaged his career. It could have shattered the very image that made him so loved. The safe thing, the easy thing, the thing almost anyone in his position would have done, was to keep it hidden, to deal with it quietly, if at all, and never let the public catch a glimpse. But Dick Van Dyke didn’t take the safe road.
And this, to me, is one of of most genuinely admirable things about the man. In the early 1970s, he sought help. He checked himself into treatment to deal with his alcoholism. And here’s the truly remarkable part. He was open about it. He didn’t sneak in and out under a false name and pray nobody found out. He acknowledged his struggle publicly.
He let people know that this beloved entertainer, this seemingly perfect man, was in fact fighting a very human, very difficult battle. And I want you to really appreciate the courage that took in that time, in that culture. He was risking the destruction of his entire carefully built image. He was risking ridicule.
He was risking his career. And he did it anyway, partly to save himself and partly, and this is so completely in keeping with everything we know about him, because he understood that his honesty might help others. Remember the boy in the Depression-era kitchen? The one who discovered he could make people feel better? Well, here was that same instinct, only now operating at the deepest, most serious level imaginable.
He couldn’t make this particular pain funny. There was no joke that fixed it. But he could be honest about it. He could stand up and say, in effect, “This happened to me, too. I struggled, too.” And there’s no shame in getting help. And in doing that, he gave a different kind of gift. Not laughter this time, but hope.
Permission. The comfort of knowing you’re not alone. How many people do you suppose saw that a famous, successful, beloved man had admitted to the very same struggle they were hiding in shame, and found in his honesty the courage to get help themselves? We’ll never know the number, but I’d wager it’s far larger than anyone could ever count.
Now, let’s go back to that secret from the very beginning of our story. Fall loose. Surrender to the fall. Let yourself go soft so you don’t break. Because that, in the truest sense, is exactly what he did. He had spent his whole career mastering the physical fall, throwing himself over furniture and bouncing back up.
But this was the real fall. This was the dangerous one. And the only way through it was the same as it had always been. You can’t fight it with brute force. You can’t muscle your way out of addiction by pretending you’re strong enough to handle it alone. The people who try that are the ones who break. What you have to do is surrender.
Admit it. Go soft. Let go of the pride and the image and the pretending and reach out for help. He surrendered to the truth of his situation, and in surrendering, he found the floor. He found the bottom of the fall, and from there, and only from there, he was able to begin getting back up. It would be lovely and tidy if I could tell you that he got help once, and that was the end of it forever, the way these stories sometimes get cleaned up in the retelling.
Real life, as all of us know by now, is rarely that neat. Recovery from addiction is hard, ongoing work. It isn’t a single dramatic moment, but a long road walked one day at a time. But the essential, crucial thing is that he faced it. He named it. He fought it out in the open instead of letting it quietly destroy him in the dark.
And in doing so, he survived a fall that has taken down a great many other talented, beloved people who never found their way back. So, you can see now why I kept asking you to hold on to that idea from the start. The man who taught the world how to fall safely had to learn in the hardest possible way how to do it in his own life, too.
But, the struggle with alcohol, as serious as it was, wasn’t the only difficult chapter unfolding behind the scenes during those years. Because while he was fighting that private battle, another part of his life, the part that had begun so charmingly live on the radio back in 1948, was quietly coming apart. His marriage to Margie was ending.
And here, once again, I want to handle this carefully and honestly, the way the man himself did. Because Dick Van Dyke was unusually candid about the end of his first marriage, and he didn’t try to make himself look like the blameless party. That kind of honesty is rare, and it deserves respect. Dick and Margie had been married a very long time by this point.
They’d built a family, raised four children, walked together through the lean early years and into the dizzying heights of his fame. But, somewhere along that road, the marriage had stopped working. The two of them had grown apart, and eventually they separated, living apart for years before the marriage was formally and legally ended in 1984.
Now, why did it fall apart? Marriages are private, mysterious things, and from the outside we can never fully know what goes on inside one. But, Dick Van Dyke himself spoke about it over the years, and he took a good share of the responsibility onto his own shoulders. He acknowledged that the pressures of fame, the demands of his career, and yes, his struggles during those drinking years had all taken a toll on the marriage.
He didn’t point fingers. He didn’t cast himself as the victim. He looked back honestly and admitted that he had played a part in why it didn’t last. And again, do you see the pattern? Do you see how consistent this man is? Whether it was a terrible Cockney accent, or a serious drinking problem, or the end of a long marriage, his instinct was always the same.
Tell the truth, own his part, don’t pretend to be something he wasn’t. In a business absolutely built on illusion and image, here was a man with a deep and stubborn streak of plain honesty running right through the center of him. So, picture where he stands now, in roughly this stretch of the 1970s and into the 1980s.
He’s a beloved, world-famous entertainer. He’s also a man who has wrestled in addiction out into the open, and begun fighting his way back from it. And he’s a man whose long marriage, the one that began as a piece of live radio entertainment, has quietly come undone. He has fallen. Really fallen.
In ways that have nothing to do with comedy. The question now, the question that will define the rest of his very long life, is the same question the Ottoman always asked. Not whether he would fall, because the falls had already come. The question was whether he could get back up. And it was right in the middle of all this, the recovery, the unraveling of his first marriage, that a new person entered his life.
Someone who would become his companion not for a few years, but for decades. Someone whose own life story carried a strange and famous twist of its own. And the relationship the two of them built would turn out to be one of the longest and most devoted chapters in the entire story. Her name was Michelle Triola.
And to understand who she was, and why their love story is so remarkable, we have to take a brief detour into one of the most talked about legal sagas of that whole era. Michelle Triola came into Dick Van Dyke’s life around the middle of the 1970s, in those years when his first marriage had effectively ended even though the divorce wasn’t yet final.
And the two of them would go on to spend more than 30 years together, over three decades of devoted companionship that lasted right up until her death in 2009. Now, here’s where the story takes a turn that a lot of people don’t know, and it’s a fascinating one. Because before Michelle Triola ever met Dick Van Dyke, she was already a famous name in America.
Not for show business exactly, but for something else entirely. Michelle Triola was at the very center of one of the most important and widely discussed legal cases of the entire 20th century. Let me explain, because it’s genuinely remarkable, and it tells you something about the kind of woman she was. Before she was with Dick Van Dyke, Michelle Triola had been in a long-term relationship with another well-known actor, the rugged film star Lee Marvin.
The two of them lived together for years without ever being married, and when that relationship ended, Michelle did something that at the time was almost unheard of. She took Lee Marvin to court, arguing that even though they’d never legally married, she was entitled to financial support, to a share of what they’d built together during their years as an unmarried couple.
Now, you have to understand how genuinely new and shocking that idea was at the time. The whole legal system was built around marriage. If you were married and you divorced, there were laws about dividing property and providing support. But if you simply lived together unmarried for years, in the eyes of the law, that had traditionally meant very little.
Michelle Triola’s case challenged that head-on. The case became enormously famous, and it gave the English language a brand new word. A word you may well have heard, even if you never knew where it came from. The newspapers started calling it palimony. Not alimony, which is what one spouse pays another after a divorce, but palimony.
Support paid to a former live-in partner, a pal, after the end of an unmarried relationship. The case was a sensation. It was argued all the way up to the California Supreme Court, and it established important new ground in the law about the rights and obligations of unmarried couples who live together. To this day, when lawyers and judges discuss these matters, that case is a landmark.
And the woman at the heart of it, the woman whose name became attached to this whole new area of law, was Michelle Triola. The very same woman who would go on to spend more than 30 years devoted to Dick Van Dyke. So, just consider for a moment what an interesting and strong-willed person she must have been. This was no shrinking violet.
This was a woman who had taken on a major Hollywood star in open court and changed the law of the land in the process. And it was this remarkable woman who became Dick Van Dyke’s partner for the better part of three decades. I think there’s something genuinely lovely and revealing in that pairing. Here was a man with a deep streak of honesty, a man who’d faced his own troubles head-on rather than hiding them.
And here was a woman who’d had the nerve to stand up in court and fight for what she believed was right, even when it meant taking on the system itself. Two people, in their different ways, unafraid to face hard truths directly. You can see why they found a kind of home in one another. And I want to point out something that I find quietly admirable about their relationship because it connects right back to everything we’ve been saying about this man’s honesty.
Dick Van Dyke and Michelle Triola were together for more than 30 years and they never married. They simply chose to be partners, to be companions, to build a life together on their own terms without the formal stamp of a wedding. Which is, when you think about it, rather remarkable for a man whose own first marriage had begun as a public spectacle broadcast live on the radio.
He’d done the big public official version once. This time he and Michelle just quietly loved each other for decades on their own terms. Sadly, that long companionship came to an end in 2009 when Michelle Triola passed away after a battle with cancer. After more than 30 years together, Dick Van Dyke lost the woman who had been his closest companion through so much of his adult life, through the rebuilding of his life after recovery, through the ups and downs of his later career, through the long middle stretch of his
existence. It was, by every account, a profound loss for him. More than three decades is a very long time to share a life with someone, and her death left a real and aching hole. So, here he was, a man now well into his 80s who had already lived several lifetimes worth of triumph and struggle. He’d risen from a depression-era childhood to global fame.
He’d survived a serious battle with alcoholism by facing it honestly. He’d seen his first marriage come apart and owned his share of why. He’d then found more than 30 years of devoted companionship with a genuinely extraordinary woman only to lose her, too. If this were where the story ended, it would already be a remarkable life.
Most people reaching their 80s after a journey like that, with so much loss accumulated behind them, would understandably begin to settle into quiet, into reflection, into a slow and gentle winding down. The world would not have blamed Dick Van Dyke one bit if the rest of his life had simply been a peaceful, contented fading away, surrounded by his memories and his grandchildren.
But that, my friends, is not at all what happened. Because the man who taught the world how to fall and bounce back up was not done bouncing. Not even close. And what came next, in the years when most people are long since retired, when most people have closed the door on new beginnings, is, to my mind, the most surprising and the most heartwarming chapter in his entire story.
It begins, as so many of the best stories do, with a chance meeting. And it begins, fittingly for a man who’d spent his life in show business, at an award show. But before we get to that meeting, I have to mention something because I’d be leaving a real gap in this man’s story if I didn’t. [music] And because so many of you watching will remember it well.
Because contrary [music] to what you might expect from a man heading toward his later years, Dick Van Dyke had never really stopped working. He never faded quietly from the screen at all. In fact, for much of the 1990s and right [music] into the 2000s, he was back on television in a big way, starring for years in a long-running mystery series in which he played a kindly doctor who kept solving murders.
[music] It ran season after season, and it introduced him to yet another generation of viewers, and reminded everyone who’d loved [music] him in the 1960s that the old charm hadn’t dimmed one bit. So, this was no forgotten star living on memories. Right into his 70s, [music] he was still a working beloved fixture on American television.
The boy from the depression kitchen was still, decade after decade, doing the only [music] thing he’d ever really wanted to do, getting in front of an audience and lifting their spirits. Which brings us back to that chance meeting [music] in 2006. By this point, Dick Van Dyke was 80 years old. 80.
An age at which a great many [music] people have long since left their working lives behind. But there he was, still in the business, still showing up, still doing the work he loved. And on this particular occasion, at the Screen Actors [music] Guild Awards, his path happened to cross with that of a young woman who was working there as a makeup artist.
Her name was Arlene Silver. Now, I want [music] you to keep that age in mind. He was 80 years old and Arlene Silver was a young woman. In fact, the age [music] difference between them was a remarkable 46 years. 46 years. He was old enough, comfortably, to be her grandfather. [music] By any conventional measure, by every ordinary expectation, there was absolutely no reason on earth to think that anything beyond a friendly working acquaintance would ever come of it.
But here’s the thing about Dick Van Dyke that we’ve seen again and again throughout this entire story. He was never a man who paid much attention to what the conventional expectations said he ought to do. He’d married on the radio. He’d admitted his addiction in public when the safe move was to hide it. He’d spent more than 30 years happily unmarried to a woman who’d reshaped American law.
This was simply not a fellow who lived his life according to anyone else’s rule book. And so, when an unexpected spark of genuine connection appeared between an 80-year-old legend and a young woman from the makeup team, he did exactly what he’d always done. He paid attention to what was real rather than to what the world expected.
The two of them struck up a friendship, and that friendship, over time, deepened into something much more. They found, against every expectation, that they genuinely delighted in each other’s company, that they made each other laugh, that they shared a sense of humor, a sense of fun, a sense of joy in living that had nothing whatsoever to do with the number of years between them.
Now, I know exactly what some of you may be thinking, because it’s the thing people always think when they hear about a very old, very famous, very wealthy man forming a bond with a much younger woman. I’d be dishonest if I didn’t acknowledge it. The cynical assumption practically writes itself, doesn’t it? But I’d ask you to set that cynicism aside, at least for a moment, and not because I’m asking you to be naive, but because the actual record of what happened next simply doesn’t support the cynical version.
Because what unfolded between Dick Van Dyke and Arlene Silver was not a fleeting fancy, not a brief late-life dalliance that fizzled out. It was something that endured, something that, by every public account from both of them over the years that followed, was built on real affection, real partnership, and real, genuine love.
And in 2012, they made it official. Dick Van Dyke married Arlene Silver. He was, at that point, 86 years old. 86. Standing up and getting married again, beginning a whole new chapter, opening himself up once more to love and partnership and the future at an age when so many people have given up on the very idea of new beginnings.
And that, right there, may be the single most important lesson this remarkable man has to teach us. We’ll get to exactly what that lesson is and to the quiet, surprising, deeply happy final act of his story in just a moment. Because the story of Dick Van Dyke and Arlene Silver and of these late years of his extraordinary life is the part that ties the whole journey together.
And it brings us right back, one final time, to that little ottoman and the secret of how to fall. So, let’s talk about that marriage because it’s so much more than a curious footnote about an age gap. It’s the key that unlocks the meaning of his entire life. When the news got out that Dick Van Dyke, at 86, had married a woman 46 years his junior, the reaction was exactly what you’d expect.
There were raised eyebrows. There were knowing smirks. There were people who assumed, without knowing a single real thing about either of them, that they understood precisely what was going on. An old, rich, famous man, a young, attractive woman. The cynics felt they’d seen this picture before and they were ready to file it away accordingly.
And here’s how Dick Van Dyke responded to all of that. He didn’t get angry. He didn’t lecture anybody. He didn’t fire off defensive statements. He just kept being exactly who he’d always been, open, cheerful, and completely unbothered by what anybody else thought. He talked about Arlene with obvious, glowing affection.
He spoke about how happy she made him, how much fun they had together, how she’d brought a renewed sense of joy and energy into his life at a time when most people would have assumed all of that was behind him. And over the years that followed, anyone paying honest attention could see that this was the real thing.
Now, I’ll be fair and clear with you. I can’t read the inside of anyone’s heart, and neither can you. And you should always be a little skeptical of anyone who claims to know the private truth of someone else’s marriage, but what I can tell you is what the public record actually shows. And what it shows, again and again, is two people who genuinely seemed to adore each other.
You could see it in the way they were together, in interviews, in public appearances, in the way they laughed. There was an ease between them, a real partnership, a warmth that’s very hard to fake for that many years in front of that many cameras. Arlene, for her part, became a real partner to him in every sense.
She supported his continued creative life. The two of them even made music together and shared their love of performing. She wasn’t there to wind down his life. She was there to wind it back up, to bring energy, fun, and a fresh sense of possibility to a man who, by all rights, might have been expected to be slowing down.
And this is the part I find so genuinely moving and so genuinely instructive about the last act of Dick Van Dyke’s story. Because think about everything we’ve walked through together. Think about all the falls, the Depression-era hardship of his childhood, the serious, frightening battle with alcoholism that he had to drag out into the open and fight, the slow, painful coming apart of his first marriage, the loss of Michelle Triola, his companion of more than 30 years, to cancer.
By the time he was in his 80s, this man had absorbed enough blows, enough grief, enough hard living to leave a person bitter, closed off, exhausted, and done. And yet And yet, at 86, what did he do? He opened his heart all the way up again. He took the enormous emotional risk of falling in love and committing to another person, knowing full well, better than almost anyone, how much it can hurt when love ends.
He chose joy. He chose connection. He chose to keep living fully, openly, and happily, right out at the very edge of a long life, instead of retreating into safe and lonely caution. And now Now, do you see why that secret has been with us this whole time? Do you see why I kept asking you to hold on to it? Fall loose.
Surrender to the fall. Let yourself go soft so that you don’t break. That was never just a comedy technique. That, it turns out, was the philosophy of his entire life, even if he never sat down and spelled it out in exactly those words. Life is going to knock you down. That’s not a maybe. It’s a guarantee. You will fall. The hardships will come.
The losses will come. The grief will come. The question is never whether you’ll get knocked off your feet, because you will. The only question that matters is how you fall. And what Dick Van Dyke knew, deep in his bones, from the time he was a boy clowning in a worried depression kitchen, all the way through to the time he was an old man marrying a younger woman against the whole world’s expectations, was this.
You don’t survive the falls of life by going rigid. You don’t survive them by bracing up, hardening your heart, refusing to bend, gritting your teeth, and trying to power through on pride and stubbornness alone. The people who do that are the ones who shatter when they hit the ground. You survive by staying soft, by staying open, by staying willing to laugh, willing to love, willing to risk getting hurt all over again.
You surrender to the fact that you’re going to take some hits, and you keep yourself loose and limber and open-hearted enough to roll with them, to absorb them, and to bounce right back up onto your feet. He fell over that ottoman a thousand times and got up grinning every single time. Because he’d gone loose.
And he fell in his real life more times and harder than most of us ever will. And he got up every single time, too, for the exact same reason. He never let the falls turn him hard. He never let the losses close him off. Right to the end, he stayed soft enough to keep getting back up. That is, I think, about as good a recipe for a life well lived as anyone has ever discovered.
And the beautiful thing is, he discovered it not by reading philosophy books, but simply by being who he was, by following that one instinct he’d had since childhood, the instinct to choose joy and to share it, no matter what. And I’m pleased to be able to tell you that this story does not end in sadness. As of recent years, Dick Van Dyke is still very much with us, still happily married to Arlene, still remarkably active, still cracking jokes, still turning up to delight audiences, still astonishing people with his energy and
good humor well into his 100th year. The man who has spent nearly his entire life lifting other people’s spirits has, in his own final chapters, found a real and lasting happiness of his own. After all the falls, he got back up one more time. And he landed in joy. So, what do we take away from a life like this one? What’s the gift he leaves us with, those of us still watching and still walking through our own falls? I think it’s this.
We tend to look at someone like Dick Van Dyke and see only the polished surface, the dancing, the grin, the cheerful chimney sweep on the rooftops of London, the funny man tripping over the furniture. And we think what a charmed and easy life that must have been. What a lucky fellow, born happy with nothing ever to weigh him down.
But now you know the fuller truth. You know that behind that effortless joy was a man who had been to some genuinely dark places, a man who had battled addiction and won, a man who had known the failure of a long marriage and was honest enough to own his part in it, a man who had loved a remarkable woman for more than 30 years and then buried her.
The joy he gave the world wasn’t the joy of a man who’d never suffered. It was something far more valuable than that. It was the joy of a man who had suffered and who had decided, over and over, deliberately, all his life long, to choose joy anyway. And that’s a joy you can trust. That’s a joy with real weight behind it.
Because it wasn’t naive. It wasn’t the happiness of someone who simply hadn’t lived long enough to get hurt. It was the hard-won, fully aware, eyes-open happiness of a man who knew exactly how much darkness there is in the world, who had felt plenty of it himself, and who picked up his hat and went out to spread a little light anyway.
That, in the end, was always his real gift. Not the dancing, not the pratfalls, not even the unforgettable performances. Those were just the delivery system. The real gift was the example of a human being who showed us that you can take the worst that life has to throw at you and still, somehow, stay soft, stay open, stay funny, and stay in love with being alive.
There’s one more thing I want to leave you with and then I’ll let you go because I think it sums up this whole extraordinary man better than anything else I could possibly say. It’s something to think about the next time you watch one of his old films, the next time you see that grin, the next time you watch him tumble over a piece of furniture and pop right back up without a care in the world.
Watch it now knowing everything you know. Watch it knowing about the falls you couldn’t see, the private ones, the painful ones, the ones with no laugh track underneath them. And then watch him get back up every time, grinning, loose, soft, and ready for more. Because that wasn’t acting, not really. That was just Dick Van Dyke showing you in the only language he ever truly spoke fluently, the language of joy, exactly how a person is supposed to live.
Fall loose, stay soft, and no matter how many times life knocks you down, get back up grinning and go give somebody else a better day. Now, I want to take you back to one specific moment because I think it captures something essential about this man, something words alone can’t quite reach. It’s been said that on the set of Mary Poppins, when Dick Van Dyke was preparing for the famous rooftop dance sequence, the one with the chimney sweeps leaping and spinning across the skyline of London, he was, by then, no longer a young man.
He was approaching 40. And the choreography was punishing. The kind of thing that would leave dancers half his age aching for days. And the story goes that he threw himself into it completely, refusing to let his age slow him down, dancing until he could barely stand. I should be honest with you here. The precise details of moments like these tend to get burnished and polished as they’re retold over the decades.
So, I can’t vouch for every word of every account. But the spirit of it is true to everything else we know about him. He gave everything he had every time because that was simply how he was built. And there’s a kind of poetry in that image, isn’t there? A man dancing across the rooftops, defying gravity, defying his own age, defying the very idea that there’s a point at which you’re supposed to stop reaching for joy.
It’s the same man who decades later would stand up at 86 and get married again. The same man who in his 100th year would still be turning up, still moving, still singing, still refusing, gently, cheerfully, stubbornly, to act his age. Because in the most beautiful way, he never really did have an age. He had an attitude.
And the attitude was always the same. Keep going. Stay loose. Choose the light. I think about the boy in that depression era kitchen a great deal. Because everything, the whole sprawling, surprising, 90-some year arc of this life really does trace right back to him. To that one small discovery a child made in the middle of the hardest times his family ever faced.
The discovery that a joke could change the temperature of a room. That a silly face could chase the fear off a grown-up’s brow, even just for a moment. That laughter was a thing you could give to people who had nothing, and it would make them rich for a little while. He carried that discovery with him every single step of the way.
Through the war, on the army radio, through the lean years on the small stages, on to Broadway, where it won him a Tony, on to television, where it made him a household name in millions of homes, into the movies, where it made him immortal. Through the worst nights of his addiction, where the only way out was the hardest honesty.
Through the end of one marriage and the loss of a 30-year love, and right on into a late-life romance that the whole world raised an eyebrow at, and that turned out to be exactly as real and as joyful as he always insisted it was. The same gift, the whole way through. The same instinct, the same loose, soft, open-hearted refusal to let the falls turn him hard.
And here’s a thought I’d like you to carry away from our time together. Because it would be easy, and it would be a mistake, to walk away from a story like this thinking, “Well, that’s wonderful, but that was Dick Van Dyke. That was a special, gifted, charmed man. The rest of us aren’t like that.” And I want to push back on that, gently, before we part ways.
Because the secret he lived by isn’t a talent. It isn’t something you’re born with, or you’re not. You don’t need to be able to dance across a rooftop, or trip over an ottoman to standing ovations. The choice he made, over and over, through every hard chapter of his life, is a choice that is available to absolutely every single one of us, every day.
The choice to stay soft, instead of hard. The choice to stay open, instead of closed. The choice, when life knocks you flat, to get back up loose and grinning rather than rigid and bitter. The choice to be the person who walks into the heavy room and lifts it, rather than the person who walks in and adds to the weight.
That’s not a gift reserved for the famous. That’s just a way of being a human being in the world. And the reason Dick Van Dyke’s life resonates so deeply with so many people, the reason you stayed with me through this whole story, isn’t really because he was a celebrity. It’s because, in his cheerful, stumbling, big-hearted way, he showed us a version of how to do this thing called life that almost any of us could actually follow.
Fall loose. We keep coming back to it because it really is the whole of it. When you brace against the falls of life, when you go rigid with fear or pride or bitterness or the determination to never let anything hurt you again, that’s precisely when you break. The armor you put on to protect yourself becomes the thing that shatters you.
But when you stay soft, when you keep loving even though you know loss is possible, when you keep laughing even though life is hard, when you keep risking joy even after joy has cost you dearly, that softness, paradoxically, is what keeps you whole. It’s what lets you bounce. It’s what lets you get up off the floor one more time and one more time after that, all the way to 100 and beyond.
So, the next time you find yourself flat on your back, and you will because we all do, I hope you’ll think of a man tripping over an ottoman in front of millions of people on purpose and making it look like the most joyful thing in the world. I hope you’ll remember that he could do that, that he could survive that fall and a thousand others because he never tensed up.
He surrendered. He went soft. He let the fall happen. And then he popped right back up, grinning, ready to give somebody a better day. That was his secret. Now, it’s yours. Dick Van Dyke gave the world more than 70 years of laughter. He gave us the dancing chimney sweep and the funny man on the television and the kindly doctor solving mysteries.
But the greatest thing he ever gave us wasn’t on any screen at all. It was the quiet, living proof written across the whole long span of one remarkable life that you can be hurt and still be kind, that you can fall and still rise, and that it is never, ever too late. Not at 80, not at 90, not ever to choose joy.
So go easy on yourself when you stumble. Stay loose. Stay soft. Keep getting back up. And wherever you can, whenever you can, be the one who brings a little light into the room. Because that, more than any award or any film or any famous performance, is the real legacy of a boy from the Depression who simply figured out very young that the best thing you can possibly do with a life is spend it making other people’s a little bit brighter.
And he spent his doing exactly that. Every single day, right to the end. Loose, soft, grinning, and getting back up.
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