Mark

MMA, Mut 0

June 16, 1998 – January 31, 2007

I meant to do my work today……
By Mark, December 2006
 I meant to do my work today
But I day-dreamed of sand and castles
And saw a sky of blanket blue
I meant to do my work today
But I saw a bird warming her wings
And a cat laying, lazing in the sun
I meant to do my work today
But a Samba Band made me dance
Like a tree swaying in the breeze
I meant to do my work today
But a glassy river wound to the sea
Through land, with lush, green grass

A memory from Christine – Mark’s sister

There are so many memories. But to share one – it is symbolic of his fearlessness, his courage and his independence.
Refusing my assistance at Steephill Cove, Mark’s determination to clamber over the slippery rocks alone, infuriated me.  I was terrified that he would fall.

Of course, he never did fall. I resigned myself to sitting and watching him on his solitary journey.   He had a look of sheer concentration and utter peace in his eye, and was triumphant in his success.

I’ll never forget that moment when I realised how much he embraced life – throwing caution to the wind.

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