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I am Nathan’s mom. For over 25 years I had the privilege and honor of being
Nathan Bradley Marti’s mother before he was so senselessly and cruelly taken
from me. I have had many jobs over the years, but the only one that truly counts
is being my children’s mother. Although I still have two wonderful daughters whom
I love with all of my heart, there is an emptiness inside of me due to Nathan’s
death that will haunt me every day for the rest of my life. Nathan’s name means,
“Gift from God,” and that he was.
There is a special bond between a mother and a son, and although Nathan is
so very far away, God willing, this bond will remain strong. Nathan was, and always
will be, the light of my life. As a mother, I often wondered what my children would
be like as adults. Nathan was one in a million. He was kind, loving, happy, sincere,
loyal, genuine, humble, caring, affectionate, hardworking, sentimental. and most of
all, religious. Nathan was the embodiment of what was good and right in this world.
He had a smile that would light up a room. And he had that rare instinctive gift of
making everyone feel important, special, loved, and appreciated.
Nathan’s death has affected me in so many ways---physically, mentally, and
emotionally. I weep every day for him and for my family’s loss. It is so gut
wrenching and heartbreaking as a wife and a mother to watch my husband and
daughters suffer so and not be able to do anything. I find sleep and peace of mind
hard to come by for myself as well. I now take anti-anxiety medication as well as
antidepressants to help me make it through each day. I meet weekly with a
counselor. I clench my teeth so tightly in my “sleep” that I now have to wear a
mouth guard. Since I was informed in my classroom at school about Nathan’s death,
I have had to change schools. I am no longer the wife, mother, daughter, friend, or
teacher I once was. In that aspect, I feel I have been robbed not only of my son,
but also of my joy of life. Every day now has to be taken one, hard step at a time.
I have lost my confidant, my sage advisor, my calm voice in the storm, my go-
to-child. Nathan was a true doer and listener. He could not do enough for others
including family, friends, or even strangers. Nathan had been a blood donor since
high school and wished to be
an organ donor. The manner in
which he was killed, however,
prevented and robbed him of
giving his last gift to humanity,
his organs.
My family has just endured the worst summer, fall, and holidays of our lives,
and we still have more firsts to endure: Nathan’s birthday on February 23, Easter,
my 36th wedding anniversary, my birthday, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, the first
anniversary of his death. In essence however, each day without Nathan is a first
for us to face. God willing, my husband and I will have another 30+ years of life
and my daughters 70+. I find it almost impossible to think we will have to face
that many years without our Nathan. How can this be?
So much has been lost due to a selfish drunk driver. I cannot help but feel
that Nathan was given a death sentence and we were given a life sentence. If it
were in my power, Your Honor, I would sentence the admitted criminal to the
entire 20 years in prison. However, I would really prefer him to remain in prison
for the rest of his life. I would also sentence him to the unending sorrow, grief,
heartache, and sadness we wake up to each day knowing that our beloved Nathan is
no longer with us.
I have given up asking “Why?” I know why, and I know whom. I also know
this man will never begin to realize who he has taken from the earth and our lives.
This criminal is a murderer and a thief. I seek justice for my son who would surely
do the same for me. I ask, Your Honor, not to let Nathan, who truly believed in the
justice system down as you consider the sentence. This man must never be allowed
to do this to anyone else or anyone else’s family again. No one has the selfish right
to drive drunk and murder someone.
Nathan often said he would take a bullet for us. I truly believe he “took a
bullet” for someone the early morning hours of June 5, 2007. I also believe that if
the drunk driver had not killed my son, he would surely have killed someone else.
Nathan was simply on his way to work at the Department of State. He was not
even supposed to be on the road at that hour. Nathan was filling in for a co-worker
who had called in because her dog was sick.
I will mourn and weep for Nathan every second of every day I live. I would
give anything to have my happy-go-lucky son of sons back. No parents should have
to bury their 25-year-old son. No parents or sisters should feel the needless pain
and suffering we feel. Nathan
Bradley Marti was an
extraordinary son and human
being who did not deserve this
fate. I ask, Your Honor, that you
consider rendering a sentence
that you would give to someone
who had taken your own son’s life.
Susan Marti
Mother of Beloved Son, Nathan Bradley