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Quality Human Being

March 5, 2014

What a great human being...hard to find people like Mark. 

Before I said I Do!

June 20, 2012

I treasure this moment with Mark and much more now. I was ready to walk to the aisle at St Andrew's Church to marry his close friend Keith. I was so happy and very nervios, but talking to him I felt confident and ready. He was very kind and making me laugh and you can tell in the photo that we were happy. No more nervious and everything was ready to go, as Mark said....This year at the same time, on June 21st around 5.00 pm we will be gathering together to remember him in our lives. It's not this happy moment that I can fell that he is here to share with us as he did always. It will be 9 years ago we were celebrating a beginning and today his departure. We will be celebrating his life as he wanted. I'll keep him in my heart and my prayers forever. God Bless you dear friend!!!!

June 20, 2012

This is it! Mark here shows this beautiful smile that always share with all of us in the Kullberg Family. This 4th of July was memorable, because we share as family. He've been part of this family for many years and he will be forever. 
I always like spending time with him and laughing and laughing like here. Rocio 

Mark's smile lights up a room!

June 19, 2012

Mark would swing by my office daily with a joke, a funny story or offer me an opportunity to snap his picture.  <s,o;e> Last Halloween he wore a funny "head piece" and had me take his picture - then said: Use THAT photo so when I email you, you'll see that photo and laugh.  I also took a photo of Mark with his immediate supervisor and it looked like 2 used car salesmen (see attached); made me smile so much that I posted it on my door!  I only heard him making positive statements about his friends and about his love for Angie and his family! 
Although this poem was written about a lady - I think it is so fitting since Mark always made his DASH count! 

The Dash -  by Linda Ellis

              I read of a man who stood to speak

              At the funeral of a friend.

              He referred to the dates on her tombstone

              From the beginning to the end.

                        He noted that first came the date of her birth

              And spoke of the following date with tears,

              But he said what mattered most of all

              Was the dash between those years.

                         For that dash represents all the time

              That she spent alive on earth

              And now only those who loved her

              Know what that little line is worth.

                         For it matters not, how much we own,

              The cars, the house, the cash,

              What matters is how we live and love

              And how we spend our dash.

                         So think about this long and hard;

              Are there things you'd like to change?

              For you never know how much time is left

              That can still be rearranged.

                                   If we could just slow down enough

              To consider what's true and real

              And always try to understand

              The way other people feel.

                          And be less quick to anger

              And show appreciation more

              And love the people in our lives

              Like we've never loved before.

                        If we treat each other with respect

              And more often wear a smile,

              Remembering that this special dash

              Might only last a little while.

                         So when your eulogy is being read

              With your life's actions to rehash

              Would you be proud of the things they say

              About how you spent your dash?

                       © 1996 Linda Ellis

 

June 17, 2012

I love this one, thanks Robert Fiedler. My dad used to sometimes sit in bed with me when I was little and play his guitar until I fell asleep. There was nothing that made me happier than when he would play.... -Karla

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