I'll always remember Uncle Marty as the person who let me experience my love for NASCAR firsthand. In May 2007, Uncle Marty took me to Charlotte for a week-long trip that included the 2007 Coca-Cola 600. Until then, I had only seen a few races live, even though I had been a lifelong fan. I couldn't have imagined how the race would turn out in my wildest dreams. We watched from the fourth turn of what was then Lowe's Motor Speedway, eagerly awaiting what looked like an excellent finish. My favorite driver at the time, Casey Mears, had never won a NASCAR race in 155 starts. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. Uncle Marty and I watched as Mears achieved the only win of his career. From there, Uncle Marty and I stayed close as uncle and nephew. I will always love my Uncle Marty. I looked up to him, admired his resilience after his stroke, and he taught me to find joy in everything I do and to serve humanity. I am thankful for everything he did for me, and I am tearfully happy to have him watch over me.