I got word last night that my childhood friend, Mark E. Swanson, who lived across the street from me in Sunnyslope, passed away. Mark commented in a FaceBook post a while back that he suffered from an oversized heart that would likely shorten his lifespan on earth. Although he knew his days were numbered, he didn't let that stop him from living his life to the fullest.
Mark's FaceBook page is loaded with lost dogs. He made it his mission to reunite these lost pets with their owners. Mark's last FaceBook post was a photo of his mother on Mother's Day who departed this world before his exit.
This message is for Mark's wife of nearly 36 years, and his children. May you be comforted at this difficult time. The day Mark and his family moved away from Sunnyslope I felt a tremendous loss. There was this void in the neighborhood. Mark was a leader in our large circle of friends. We were together from early morning until dark, planning expeditions to the local mountains for hikes. We built go-carts. We invented our own games. Mark was always happy and full of life. It was fun to reminisce about our childhood when Mark
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