It is a sad day. And I've shed tears, true, But somehow mourning just won't stick. There's a voice pouring glad wonder into my mind, The twinkle of mischief in the memory of an eye, and the magick he wrought, the wonder he brought, the hope and inspiration all through the tales he told, His kindness, his giving, his depth, his Fire, his fun his... Markness just bouy's me back up again and I'm left, not with a hole in the place that he stood but a shining Mark mark where I was blessed by his touch upon my life. I shall miss you Dear, Wonderful man. And I shall Remember. Go play.

Sent by arjil on 09/12/2014