Stories By Karen Throop

Marty knew me before I knew him.  In 2003 a man walked over, gave me a hug while saying, “Hi Karen.”   I looked confused, because I was, and he said, “You are Bob’s wife, aren’t you.”  “Yes,” I said. “I’m Marty Ruberry.” I recognized the name immediately because my Bob had told me the nicest guy at the entire MPCC club was Marty Ruberry.

And that’s how I met Marty.  Marty made it his business to know everybody, even before they knew him.  He loved people and made people feel loved.  The world was, indeed, a beautiful place with him in it.  I am so sorry for his loss to us all.

Karen Throop


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