Frederick Henry Martz, 78

Frederick "Sonny" Henry Martz peacefully passed away June 15, 2021, at the age of 78. He was surrounded by his loving wife Donna and daughters Sherry and Julie.

Fred was born Aug. 7, 1942, in Butte to Kenneth and Anne Martz and grew up in Anaconda. He worked for several years at the Galen Hospital as a cook. He married Janis Heaphy and they had two daughters: Julie Campbell and Sherry Miller. They lived most of their lives in Troy, where Fred worked at the St. Regis sawmill for more than 30 years.

Fred and Janis later divorced and Fred married Donna Hutchison in October 1998. They lived many years in their cabin up Keeler Mountain and eventually moved into Troy, where Donna still resides.

Fred loved all things fishing, especially bass fishing with his lifelong friend and fishing partner Neil Rose, winners of the coveted Tri State Bass fishing tournament in 2002. Fred was happiest in his blue bass boat on either Bull Lake, Noxon Reservoir or on any of the other many lakes in and around Troy, Libby or Kalispell. His legacy of fishing lives on in the lives of his grandson, Chris, and great-grandson, Robby.

Fred is survived by his wife Donna of Troy; daughters, Julie (Dean) of Kalispell, Sherry (Brad) of Eagle River, Alaska, and Siv Marie Bergum of Beitostolen, Norway; grandsons, Caleb Bower of Eagle River, Alaska, Chris Campbell of Kalispell and Oystein Gronolen of Beitostolen, Norway; granddaughters, Serena Campbell of Kalispell, Linn Jenny Gronolen of Beitostolen, Norway; stepdaughters, Camille LaBelle, Michelle Johnson and Madilyn Hutchison; stepsons, Tony Hutchison and Andy Hutchison; and 14 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren.

Oh, how he loved his kids!

Fred was preceded in death by his parents; sisters, Yvonne and Bonnie; granddaughter, Linda Bower; and grandson, Dalton Mossey.

Fred's wishes were that there be no services. He will be interred at the Milnor Lake Cemetery. In lieu of flowers please make a donation to AWAIC Domestic Violence Shelter, 100 West 13th Ave., Anchorage, AK 99501.

Miss Me–But Let Me Go

By Christina Rossetti

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little–but not too long

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me–but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone.

It's all a part of the Master's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss Me–But Let me Go!