Marty
The hits just keep coming ... what do you say, let alone say goodbye, about your friend who endured so much in her young life, including losing her husband a couple of years ago and now leaves behind a grieving seventeen-year-old boy? First Grandpa's death, then Jared's manipulations, and now ... Marty. Gone. Forever. I can't imagine what Cole is going through; he's lost both his parents in what seems to be violent ways. I don't know all the details yet of what happened to Marty, only that she was in Ireland and it had something to do with the political groups that Patrick had been involved with. Marty had mentioned last year that Patrick had died in a car accident, also in Ireland. I wonder if that car crash was somehow related to what happened to Marty and Cole ... ?
When Marty moved back to Llanview, I had been thrilled. Now was our chance to get to know each other as adults, women with careers, marriages and children. When we were younger, I looked up to her. She traveled in Kevin's circle, was in his classes at Llanview U, but she always made time for me, the pesky little kid sister. Mom always called Marty a "brave soul," having endured so much. She had lupus, just like my older sister Megan and then there was Todd ... despite Marty's tragic connections to my family, she still had enough strength to open her heart to me and Mom, for which we will always be grateful. It's so good to have Mom back at a time like this. She always knows what to do. I wish I had her poise and grace, but all I feel capable of doing is wondering what would happen to Bree if Nash and I weren't here ... and how incredibly lucky I am to have Nash and to have cheated death twice this summer by finding not just one, but two donor matches. I hope I can help Cole somehow, if he'll let me. He must be in such pain right now ...
