My youngest sister's husband, Mark, died in May, 2015, of COPD. He was 60.
I did not see as much of Mark and my sister as I would have liked during the time they were married, since her back problems had become so severe it is difficult for her to ride in a car. The memories I have of Mark are that he was gentle and with a sweet sense of humor. He was a pleasure to talk with during family occasions.
Mark and Carol had known he was dying. He discussed donation of his body to a medical school and the arrangements for a memorial time for him. He wanted his friends and family to get together in a park near their home, have a picnic and talk about him for a few minutes, then enjoy themselves.
The gathering, (I call it a wake,) was October 10, 2015. There were about 40 people there, which is what Carol expected. The park is in a beautiful location with pavilions and tables and benches. Mark's brother talked about growing up with Mark. Several of Mark's hiking and camping friends also spoke....
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