It has taken me a long time to get my thoughts in order. I have enjoyed reading the stories/memories that everyone has shared, but I was having a hard time putting my grief into words. I have so many memories - the first is of Dirty Jack, with a twinkle in his eye that invited you to play. I remember listening to stories in Witch's Wood, surrounded by hundreds of people, who sat spellbound as he weaved his magic. I am grateful that I was able to share a tiny bit of his magic with my daughter these past few years. Mark taught me many things over the years - He taught me to stop worrying about what people might think, and toplay like a child - to perform with all the fearless and imagination that I had forgotten when I "grew up". He was an amazing performer, but more importantly, he was an amazing human being. He radiated love and joy, and was one of the kindest people I've ever met. The thing that amazes me most, is that he found a way to give a person 100% of his attention, no matter how busy he was, or how many people were trying to pull it away. He made that person feel as if they were the most important person in the room. I am doing my very best to be the person he taught me to be.