I can never say enough how lucky I am to have gotten to become a part of this family; that I got to fall in love with Mark's son Chris, and that Mark, Debbie, and Emmie all accepted me into their home and their lives.

 Mark was so friendly and caring from the very beginning.  Whether it was a hello when I came over, a ride back to my apartment when I needed one, some food he shared with me, some advice, or even some fun conversations, he was there.  I could have come to him with anything, and he would have helped me.

I loved hearing what he had to say when he'd passionately talk about something, and I always admired the fire that he had. He was proud and strong; so kind and so funny. (I will always remember his Borat impression fondly). 

It's hard coming inside the house to no longer be greeted by him. I wish I could have talked to him more. Still, I know he's still here smiling at us and loving us from beyond, and I will always remember him as the all-around best father-in-law I could ask for. I'll remember his stories, jokes, kindness, and fire forever. 

I miss you, Mark. Thank you for embracing me as a part of your family, even when you barely knew me. I will always love you as family too.