Post by Frater G on Mar 5, 2010 6:12:34 GMT -5
I feel guilty....I was lax, my old friend Mark Reese whom I lived with for around five years just passed away from cancer this past Tuesday, he was 52. I knew he was sick and that his time was short but I did not visit him....I didn't know that cancer would take him so quickly.
It was around ten months. I'm so sorry my brother
We lived together back in the 90's...we shared many good times. I found out about his cancer about six months ago. He was diagnosed about four months prior to my knowledge of his condition. We had grown apart since we parted company about 18 years ago. I remember feeling sad at the realization that we would go our separate ways back then. We grew apart in different directions but I had managed to keep in touch visiting him every once in a while. His heart grew after a terrible accident in which he lost a leg. He lost it in service to his girlfriend Theresa at that time...long story but he married her shortly afterward. He was a Marine proud of his service, a tough man, he kept his emotions inside but was always ready to serve. He later joined a Vietnam Veterans biker guild where he found his niche. It was a way in which he could serve in a broader sense raising money and overseeing other fund raising opportunities. His heart was good. Last night bikers came from all over, from Michigan, Illinois and wherever. There were over 500 present at the service...more than which the funeral home was accustomed to. They were nervous heh heh. It was a beautiful out turning, a brotherhood of proud gathering hearts. I am not a vet but I felt honored being there. He was my friend, my brother and I will miss him dearly.
Never put aside our friend's challenges...because time is in our control period.
our control.
It was around ten months. I'm so sorry my brother
We lived together back in the 90's...we shared many good times. I found out about his cancer about six months ago. He was diagnosed about four months prior to my knowledge of his condition. We had grown apart since we parted company about 18 years ago. I remember feeling sad at the realization that we would go our separate ways back then. We grew apart in different directions but I had managed to keep in touch visiting him every once in a while. His heart grew after a terrible accident in which he lost a leg. He lost it in service to his girlfriend Theresa at that time...long story but he married her shortly afterward. He was a Marine proud of his service, a tough man, he kept his emotions inside but was always ready to serve. He later joined a Vietnam Veterans biker guild where he found his niche. It was a way in which he could serve in a broader sense raising money and overseeing other fund raising opportunities. His heart was good. Last night bikers came from all over, from Michigan, Illinois and wherever. There were over 500 present at the service...more than which the funeral home was accustomed to. They were nervous heh heh. It was a beautiful out turning, a brotherhood of proud gathering hearts. I am not a vet but I felt honored being there. He was my friend, my brother and I will miss him dearly. Never put aside our friend's challenges...because time is in our control period.
our control.
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