Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Growing up, Uncle Marty was someone I always admired. He was married to my Aunt Catherine, and because she and my dad were so close, we spent a lot of time together. Whether it was Sundays at Nana's house or later visits to Mahwah and West Virginia, I always looked forward to those family moments.
Uncle Marty had so many talents. His knack for hypnotism always amazed me, but it was his guitar playing that really left a lasting impression. I remember him introducing me to Buddy Holly's Heartbeat—a song I still play to this day, nearly 40 years later. The suspended A and D chords were something I could manage as a teen, and they made me feel like I was really getting the hang of it. Every time I play that song, I think of him.
The last time I saw him was at Uncle Danny’s wake, and I wish we had spent more time just talking. But I’m really grateful I got to tell him how much he and your family meant to me, especially those times we spent at the house in Mahwah. And of course, I let him know that Heartbeat has been a part of my life for decades because of him.
Your dad was a remarkable man who loved his family deeply, and it was clear he cherished every moment with all of us. I’m so thankful to have had him in my life, and I’ll always carry those memories with me.
This one’s for you, Mel, because you asked. Love you, Cuz.
Frank
