Dennis F. Martin Jr.


Happy Birthday my Denny. I wish so much you were here.
When I think of all your past birthdays, I break out in tears. I have always been so proud of you. You grew to be the perfect son, too. When you graduated from Early Intervention, you excelled all the way through. I was so proud of you. When you graduated from high school with an auto shop diploma, too. I was so proud of you. When you passed your ASE Certification and became a certified automobile technician just like your father, too. I was so proud of you. Through your teen years, you gave us no problems at all. You grew into a young man, so handsome and tall. You were not only a gift to me; you were a gift for the world to see. You had a gift for making people smile, for always going that extra mile. You had a gift for caring how others feel, for being so warm and so real. You had a gift for knowing just what to say, for lighting up everyone's day, for cheering and following all of your dreams right from the start, for living your life with so much heart.
Everyone you met, you made a friend. You were so faithful and caring to the end. You taught me what love is. That's what I so painfully miss. They say time heals a broken heart but time has stood still since we have been apart.
God, I miss you so painfully much every minute of the day. I keep praying this horrible nightmare would go away. Every day my heart hurts so bad, just remembering the perfect son I had. I don't understand what went wrong. My Denny, you were always so strong. I cry myself to sleep every night, right up till the morning light.
Everywhere I go and everything I do, I am always thinking of you.
I have to keep telling myself I must go on, that I have to be strong. God blessed this world and he blessed me, too, the day he created you.
All throughout your journey, you held your head high in everything you have done. I thank God you are my son.
Published on February 27, 2018
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