Mark was a great guy in school. I had learned through Facebook that he had been sick for awhile and kept fighting the battle. Although we lost touch, I will always remember his kind soul. He's definitely hanging out with Clint now and others that the class of '95 has lost so young. My thoughts are with his family during this time of grieving and I hope you find strength as the days pass.
Rachael Tomaro Date: 11/16/2022
Baby, the house is too quiet, the sounds of your love are so missed. Your voice whispers in my head, your laugh is felt in my heart, to see you is reflected in my minds eye... but I can't touch you. I can't hug you. I so want one more kiss, one more cuddle, one more car ride listening to the radio and talking. I wanted 10 more years watching you play with Caiden and Levi. Ten more years working together at the church, laughing while we walked holding hands, sharing in praise, watching you eat "paan-cakes" when we go out for breakfast or any of the countless things we discussed doing in our future. I want ten more years of "future"! But I am joyous that you have no more pain, that you can enjoy breathing and hugging and laughing again. The countless times I prayed to take your place, to take your pain, to be the one that was sick so you could be free. But I will never be alone, because you swore to love me forever, as I will you. My husband, lover, best friend, I cannot wait to see you again.
