Marty had two sisters, Lynn and Shirley. We are close to them as they are Roger's closest family members. They stopped by today on their way home from Miami, where Martin lived, and we got to have a quick lunch with them.
Marty was supposed to be in SC for Thanksgiving and after he didn't show the family started to call him, eventually calling the police to have them do a missing person search. Marty had his sister's name in his wallet but no phone number. The man driving the vehicle did stop long enough, witnesses say, to get out of his car, look quickly, then leave. As yet the police have not found him.
I only met Marty a few times but he called me cousin. He led a fun filled life that went from doing photography in NY working at NBC to being a nudist, to just being..alive. He grabbed at life. At 75 he was still going strong. The one thing that has stuck in my mind is that no one knew he had been killed.
So tonight, I wanted to just say these few words so you would know he was here. He was loved and he loved. (And he thought having Lola, a Newfoundland, in our pack was cool)
God Speed Marty!!!