Time is amazing and ongoing. On a pace that everyone has to catch up to regardless of a person’s circumstances. Marty was my mom’s cousin and two years ago the Lord took him home.
Like I said, it doesn’t seem like it has already been 2 years… time has just ticked onward. He was a miracle man. My Uncle Mike and his kidney failure was a wake up call for Marty. Seeing his cousin dealing with dialysis at a young age, hit him, only about 15 years or more ago.
In his case, though he lost the weight and got on the list for a kidney. Marty was blessed to get his surgery and did well for a number of years. This man was a character and could be long-winded on a phone. I can’t count the times he called my dad to check on the farm; he was good about talking to his cousins, even dad his cousin-in-law. He was a farmer though and knew dad could talk more about what he wanted to know.
When Grandma Rosie died, right at the beginning of covid, he had a cold but he was determined. He was the only one who could make it from the south in such a short time-frame, but he did and we appreciated that candor attitude he had about family. His parents were at every surgery my grandparents had and vice versa. Family meant everything to them so two years ago when it was our time to turn up for him we did.
We had some holes in our ranks, but we were there. Ironically the last family gathering we saw him at was for Grandma’s Celebration of Life. Marty had a way of being the life of the party it seems that changed a bit after Uncle Mike died and his own kidney failure to deal with himself. It’s really difficult to not think of my Uncle Mike when I think of him since they were similar. They loved life joking and laughter and grew up being farmers.
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