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Feb 14, 2006 23:43

Well, I got about 8 calls before 10 am this morning. I finally woke up around 10:30 to call my friend Tracy and find out that our best friend Julie's Dad passed away last night.

He was only 52 and I just can't even fucking believe it. This has just blown my mind. No health problems at all. A healthy, happy man. Him & the wifey went to sleep around 11:30 pm on monday night, at 12:55 he was gone. The wifey thought he was snoring and gave him the nudge to make him stop, but apparently, he wasn't snoring. No one said this, but I'm assuming the "snore" she heard, was actually his last breath. They rushed him to the hospital with a very very weak pulse. But they couldn't do anything.

What a great guy. A too-good-to-be-true husband. An incredible Dad, so involved with his kids lives. A very hard worker and provider. A helluva Grandpa. One of the best bass fishers I've ever met. Knew every trick in the book. I loved that guy so very much.

He's left behind a beautiful & energetic wife, a gorgeous & sweet daughter, a kind & generous son and one amazing grandson, with one more grandson on the way. And an enormous amount of friends who loved him like an uncle, brother & father.

Please keep them in your thoughts & prayers.

Sleep well, Mark. You're missed & always will be.
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