May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013
Mark was my oldest brother. He was a funny, strange (in a good way), and didn't care what people thought of him. He said what was on his mind without fear of scrutiny. I admired him. I say sometimes I feel I became a lot like him in so many ways. Mark was a "they broke the mold when they made him" kind of guy and he is truly missed. My big brother, I miss you and love you. Hasta Luego.