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!