Rochester, NY: April 16, 2019. Martha is survived by loving family and friends.
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Josieon September 5, 2023 at 4:20 pm
To my friend Martha
I wish I had a picture of you.
I met you towards the end of your life
And you used to tell me stories of Germany and even Hitler.
You were always very thankful for anything I brought to you.
You taught me many things.
How sad when I was thinking of you that I found you here. 😢
Only one person used to come and visit you.
A friend from a long time ago you were so happy when she came I wish I knew her name.
I hope that someone went to your funeral.
No matter how many people have taken care of each life matters to me.
And each person is very special and you certainly had a special place in my heart.
I loved when you used to talk to me about Jesus.
So I know I’ll see you again one day.
I used to feel so bad when I would see the look of hopelessness in your face when I came in the room.
You used to tell me you never were like this before.
And I told you I understood.
I loved hearing you tell me stories of how you were.
And I loved decorating the dresser that they let you use.
It was like Christmas time when I used to visit you you couldn’t wait to see what I would gather to bring you.
People don’t realize they’re such a fine line between being young and having many things to be coming old and without.
You had great dignity and they don’t make people like that hardly anymore.
I’m thankful that someone put your obituary in the paper.
If I would have only known I would have paid my last respect to you.
I Think about You through the years.
And I never got to say goodbye.
You used to think that I was there to help you but you were there to help me more than you’ll ever know.
I love you and always will.
I love the way you said my name with your cute little accent.
Hugs to you.
Josie Iatomasi
To my friend Martha
I wish I had a picture of you.
I met you towards the end of your life
And you used to tell me stories of Germany and even Hitler.
You were always very thankful for anything I brought to you.
You taught me many things.
How sad when I was thinking of you that I found you here. 😢
Only one person used to come and visit you.
A friend from a long time ago you were so happy when she came I wish I knew her name.
I hope that someone went to your funeral.
No matter how many people have taken care of each life matters to me.
And each person is very special and you certainly had a special place in my heart.
I loved when you used to talk to me about Jesus.
So I know I’ll see you again one day.
I used to feel so bad when I would see the look of hopelessness in your face when I came in the room.
You used to tell me you never were like this before.
And I told you I understood.
I loved hearing you tell me stories of how you were.
And I loved decorating the dresser that they let you use.
It was like Christmas time when I used to visit you you couldn’t wait to see what I would gather to bring you.
People don’t realize they’re such a fine line between being young and having many things to be coming old and without.
You had great dignity and they don’t make people like that hardly anymore.
I’m thankful that someone put your obituary in the paper.
If I would have only known I would have paid my last respect to you.
I Think about You through the years.
And I never got to say goodbye.
You used to think that I was there to help you but you were there to help me more than you’ll ever know.
I love you and always will.
I love the way you said my name with your cute little accent.
Hugs to you.
Josie Iatomasi