My dad was shot from self-defense by a family member when I was 2 years old so I’ve never really known my real father. His younger brother, Marty has always been a friend of mine. He’s one of my best friends. Here is Uncle Marty, his wife, Peggy, and me.
They moved down to southern Utah to live in a camper trailer that my cousin bought for them and I haven’t been able to hang out with them yet. I miss them a lot. Love you Uncle Marty.

