Gerry Martz Obituary, Death –Last night, as my family and I were on our way home, we received a call from hospice. It was with a heavy heart that we learned of the peaceful passing of Gerry Martz, my dad.
The news hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. I loved that man deeply, despite the fact that he could be so mean to everyone around him.
Gerry became more than just a father figure to me; he became my dad. Our relationship was complex, filled with both love and moments of frustration. But I learned how to navigate through his tough exterior, thanks to my Mom, who is no longer with us. I find solace in knowing that they are together in heaven now, free from suffering.
My heartfelt prayer is that both Mom and Dad have found peace in their new journey and that they are no longer burdened by pain. Witnessing the decline of their health was undoubtedly one of the most challenging experiences I have faced.
As I reflect on their lives, I am reminded of the importance of cherishing every moment with loved ones. Life is fragile and unpredictable, and it teaches us that we should never take our time together for granted.
Although I will always regret not being by Dad’s side in his final moments, I am grateful for the love and lessons he shared during his time on this earth. He may have been flawed, but he was also deeply human.
Rest in peace, Dad. You will be missed.