In Memorium

My Uncle passed away this morning, May 13, 2007. He left us way too early and the family is devastated. Today has been very hard for me, every time I think I'm a bit better all of a sudden I stop and start crying.


It was he who talked to me most about what the family went through during WWII - about how my Mom would sneak to the army barracks at night to steal food while he kept watch praying she wouldn't get caught and shot in front of him - about the prison camp they wound up in while trying to escape Germany. My Mother doesn't like to talk about any of that, and won't.

I remember when I was really young driving around in the back of his Mustang Cobra. I remember him sitting on our screened in back porch with a dark beer in one hand and gesturing with a cigar in the other. He had the most wonderful sounding belly laugh.

Rest in peace Uncle Marty