Memories of Mark, Our Precious Son, Our Special Angel
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These pages are dedicated to our son's memory in gratitude for the joy he gave to our lives, and in some small way, to share him and the love we knew with those who view these special pages. Mark was instantly killed in a terrible single auto crash on 8/31/1997 at 3:30 am, that fateful moment he was presented his wings. He is accompanied permanently by a great part of our hearts. While we will forever ache with the absence of his physical presence and we miss him every minute of every day, until, in God's time, we meet again, our hearts are brimming with his memory and that of his great "light-up-the-darkest-of-night" smiles. I remain ever grateful for the ability to close my eyes, concentrate, and listen to his laughter.
Mark at 22
A Fallen Limb
A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says,
"Grieve not for me."
Remember the best times, the laughter, the songs
The good of my life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage. I'm counting on you.
Keep on smiling and surely,
The sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest,
Remembering all…how I was truly blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small,
Go on with your life,
Don't just stare at the wall.
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin,
Until the day comes that we're together again.
The above photo was taken in the front yard in March, 1997, just after Mark's 22nd birthday. It is also the photo I chose to put on the front of the program for his funeral service (which explains the added text) just a few all too short months later. On the date the photo was taken, Mark, his beloved Natalie, and her adorable daughter, Amanda, were in a rush to get to the beach after we had been to church. I'm so thankful that Natalie helped me sit on him (not an easy task-patience was certainly not among Mark's many virtures) a while so that we could get photos taken.
The poem, "A Fallen Limb", was brought to me by a very special relative (Thank you, Rachel!) and was also placed on the program for Mark's service.
Mark at 22
Herb and I with Mark, August, 1996 on a very happy day, a family outing to
Galveston. A wonderful day--cherished memories. Dedicated to the Memory of Mark L. Duncan
Dedicated to the Memory of Mark L. Duncan
Happiness in Heaven, Mark!
"I am sure that many people question why parents are putting memorial pages to their children on the world web. To some it may even seem unhealthy and inappropriate. It is of course a way to remember our children, but it is more than that. The only help a parent can find when they are grieving the loss of a child, is in the company of another who fully understands that loss. This grief is a total devastation of us and everything our life has been. It is horrifying enough to lose a child, but to go through it alone is unbearable.
Many of these pages are an effort to reach out and touch each other. Sometimes by sharing our thoughts we are able to give and receive comfort and help. If our words help even one person who has lost a child..... it is important and does deserve a place on the web. The internet is the best way to reach out and try to touch those who are grieving and need what little support and comfort we can offer each other. --Netta")
If you didn't know Mark in life, I hope these pages will provide you with a feeling that you did. If you did know him, please share a memory. Your visits here are appreciated. It's nice to know who has visited. Please sign the guest book. Thank you for coming...do come again.
"A LOVE SONG"
The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes.
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you really are my friend,
Please, don't keep me
From hearing the beautiful music.
It soothes my broken heart
And fills my soul with love.
Written by: Nancy Williams
of TCF Central Jersey, NJ.
- Central New Jersey Chapter:
Angels, Mark & Whendy, Together Forever (Mark and his older sister, Whendy, lost before him)