My roomie
There is hardly a college memory that I have that doesn't include Marty. Late nights in the theater, long talks, sharing our Hopes, dream, fears, troubles. I don't even know how to pick one memory to share! I picked her up from the airport once, it was Dow pouring and I HATED driving in thunderstorms. She thought I was silly...but drove for me. Every time I now bravely drive in pouring rain I think of her...she helped me be brave. We were roommates for 3 years...even before that we practically lived as roommates...ours were both gone on the weekends so much that we, as college freshmen, had 'sleep overs'. I remember her laugh, her smile, the way she cared so much about her friends and family. Her passion for theater...she asked me to take a role in her senior directing project. It was, of course, a section from a Shakespeare play. Through her I learned to appreciate Shakespeare. I still have the script! We kept in touch, and it didn't matter how long it had been - we always talked like sisters. I guess I could sum all the memories up in saying she was my friend, more than that - she was and forever will be my roomie. Be at peace Marty.
Posted by Panela Webster (Orth)
Saturday April 28, 2018 at 9:40 pm