These last weeks have been filled with so many questions, grief, confusion, sadness, and anger. It won’t be the answers that ever quell the pain, they aren't ours to have.
What I know for sure is that Mark was a generous person and a good friend. He would go out of his way to help people, with little in return. He passionately wanted to bring peace to those with loved ones on the other side, he wanted to share his spiritual gifts and help others develop theirs.
He was the man with the beautiful handwriting and addressed envelopes to Shaun with funny pet names like “Shaun Poo-Diddy Hughes” or most commonly “Spock ”.
Like most of us, his life held many contradictions. He showed the world confidence and ego, but was easily humbled. He could be secretive and sometimes impatient, but when he chose to, he shared of himself deeply. He had pretty good financial instincts, yet bought lottery tickets with the real belief he would win. He enjoyed the dream of what could become of great winnings--from companies to communities; he and Shaun were going to change the world.
Mark was smart and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. I will miss the levity he brought into our world. He loved music and guitars. I often picture him in a sea of yellow rain slickers at a Rolling Stones concert, in the pouring rain many years ago. Shaun and Mark shared many experiences over their 25 year friendship—concerts, skiing, roller blading, practical jokes, dreams, the occasional mind meld, and lots of laughter.
What I know for sure is Mark loved his son, no questions there, none at all.
Mark, you are missed, you are loved. We wish you rest and peace.
