I remember the late night, early morning phone calls from Marvin just to tell me he was thinking about me and to tell me that "he Love me til I die". For as long as I can remember Marvin never called me by my name. I was always "Lil Bob". I don't know if he knew how much that meant to me. With all of the negative around me it was good to hear that I looked like me mom. I love you Marvin. Rest well my sweet cousin. We are missed.
My brother Marvin has many stories to be told. Marvin loved to laugh and everyone knew that my brother could eat. I remember once when my mom cooked a pot of spaghetti for dinner and left it on the stove. When she got back from shopping, Marvin had eaten the entire pot. All that I could do was laugh because it was enough for 8 people. Where did all of that food go? Marvin was only about 180 lbs then but had a ferocious appetite.
We had many stories that were funny between us thatI am not able to tell. Most people called Marvin (Marty) as he was known to family, he had a nickname given to him as " Slim" by his close friends.
Marvin could fix anything on a car. You could often find Marvin under the hood of a car working on the carburetor, steering pump or reconnecting the wiring of a car. He had a love for the old vehicles like the Chevrolet Caprice, Delta 88 or Impalas.
Marvin loved to play horseshoe. We spent many summers in the park tossing horseshoes and at family gatherings. He had a spin that not many people could compete with.
As we aged, many of us as friends and family became spread out and moved to various cities, but one thing that you could always count on from Marvin is that he would always smile and had a great story to tell. His laughter was something that stood out from others.
My brother, Marvin.... Marty.... Slim, you will be greatly missed.