Birth date: Mar 11, 1952 Death date: Jan 28, 2021
Mark Victor Wilkins, age 68, of Whitehall died on January 28, 2021 of COVID-19. Mark was preceded in death by his parents Lloyd and Joyce Wilkins and brother Bruce Wilkins of Whitehall. He is survived by his sisters, Wendy Wilki Read Obituary
Oh my gosh, I am just seeing this obituary for Mark. He was someone I met years ago when he worked with my then husband. But I would see him occasionally around town and he always remembered me. I'm sorry for your loss. May he Rest In Peace.
Thank you Dean, for putting down on paper how entwined the Whitneys and Wilkins families were throughout our entire childhood. So many gone now: Mom, Dad, Aunt Joyce, Lloyd Arnold, Bruce, Sisand now Mark. All we have are our memories that we will hold close in our hearts, forever. Farewell Mark. Hugs and kisses to everyone we love whom are waiting for you.
FYI, officially we were 1st cousins, once removed.I think.
Mark has always been a phenomenal human being and angel. Hope you dont mind sharing him a little, cause he was always my big brother (adopted) too. He was always helping my Dad out in his garage/shop and a phone call with him was the only thing that let me feel like I was back home again. I cannot believe he is gone and I hold you both so close in my heart as we travel forward in this time of pain and grief. You ALWAYS have family in Chicago !! May he live forever, safe in the arms of Jesus, walking in the Garden and knowing all the secrets of life at least. With his wisdom, he will make great use off them and with all the great saints who have gone on before. This world will be just a little bit colder now and the sun will shine more dim. With great love and many hugs, Mary Jo (Olmski) Spriggs from across the street !
I dont know how long, or if it will ever seem real that Mark was taken in such an unreal way. Mark and I were 2nd cousins, but his folks were always Aunt Joyce and Uncle Lloyd to me. While growing up, I was at their house so much, I thought I had a permanent spot at their dinner table. We graduated from playing with toys and digging tunnels to working on our motorcycles and cars, and eating sub sandwiches while cruising around Whitehall and Montague, and out to the beach. Our mothers worked together at the Whitehall Library, and our fathers both worked that crazy swing shift at the Cobb Plant, so our lives were always entwined. I often explained to people how Mark and I were related by his Grandma Wilkins, who was my Aunt Mazie, an unforgettable family member. Our adventures and travels would have made entertaining reading if they were ever put down on paper! Mark, may your motorcycle and car always start, and your gas tank never run low on your cruise down the roads in your next chapter!
