Guitars. Kid Rock. Collective Soul. Grimaldi’s chocolate covered potato chips. Adirondack chairs. Outback. These were a few of Mark’s favorite things. Now that he’s gone, they bring tears to my eyes. He was a good brother and friend to me. Mark was talented. He could turn wood and nails into anything. He once built a spiral staircase and told me he never had to use math so much as he did then. He could play guitar by ear and it sounded like he was reading music. He loved music, especially rock. He was generous. He practically gave away his last work van. He was funny. He could do impressions of friends and famous people. He could tell a story and make anyone laugh. He was a good father. He took his boys to the movies, the flea market or to the park while his wife studied. Mark was a quiet, sensitive man with a big heart. I will miss our hour-long phone calls. Rest in peace brother.
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Your blog brought tears to my eyes. One day, a long way off from today, those memories that are making you cry will make you smile. You were blessed to have him in your life, just as he was blessed to have you, though the time was too short.
Mark was nearly 50 years old and every one of his friends considered him their best friend. Many friends said, "He was like a brother to me." He was my brother and my best friend. I'll always miss him, but remember all the good times we had.
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