Today is the 29th anniversary of my brother's death, by accidental drowning at the age of 18. I would like to take a moment to remember the crazy kid he was.
Mark loved life and lived it to the fullest, despite being diagnosed with a seizure disorder his freshman year in high school. He ran on the cross country team, drove a Suburu Brat, and adored his brand new niece, Laura Beth. He was a friend to all animals. He endured going fishing with his father and secretly disliked hunting (shhhh...don't tell Dad). His favorite flower was the yellow rose. His favorite music artist was a toss up between Ted Nugent and AC/DC. He had tons of casual friends but a few very close ones. He enjoyed the occasional clandestine beer. He was both silly and bright. My Munchie Boy reminds me very much of him.
Yes, we were very close in age (15 months) and fought like cats and dogs growing up. But we loved each other very much. We always had each other's back. I will always remember the time he stood up to the school bully on my behalf, such a tough little guy he was. I still miss you, Mark, but the memories of your infectious smile, your love and your giving nature are the patches to the hole in my heart. May God continue to bless your soul.
For a previous post on Mark, please visit this link.