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