Mark Mitchell

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  • Age: 15
  • Ashkum, IL
  • St.Anne Gr.School, Clifton Central HS

Mark was born on August 4th 1981 at 10:20 a.m. He was a beautiful baby, as not all babies are. He wasn't red or wrinkly, He was pink and formed beautifully.You can see pictures of him after his birth on My Family. It was taken a short time after his birth. He was also a very good baby. I know,I know typical Mom bragging. Maybe, but I really feel I had something to brag about. At least until He was taken from me that is. He walked at 9 mons. Potty trained at 2 years old, and didn't have accidents in bed. He ate well, strangely, he loved broccolli and cauliflower raw with cheese dip or ranch dressing. He wasn'y really a candy eater. Out of all my Children Mark had His picture on the Dentist wall for No cavities. By the time He went to kindergarden, he knew his ABC's and His numbers. Caught on to reading right away. Got great grades. Was voted Student of the week several times throughout his schooling. In 4th grade he joined band. Played the Sax. The beginning was rough, but when He finally learned how to play, Yanni look out. He won several 1st. place medals for solos. He (and his band buddies) were able to march in the St. Patty's day Parade in Chicago 4years in a row. He was also in Jazz band. You know how when you are so proud of someone by what they are doing, it makes you cry? When He played, I cried. All the time. He was really that good. At 8th grade graduation, He had truely made a name for himself and was loved by all who knew Him. In fact his Best frends still come by to see us and leave thing at His grave. Teenage greiving is not a good thing. He was a master Super Nintendo player, Chose to go to space camp. He wanted so to be an astonut. I didn't like it at all, but this was his life. However at the time we really couldn't afford it. The cost was astronomical. The folks at the camp told us it was too bad because the way he could manuever his hands for the the games, He would have been excellent for the program. So His Dreams went to motorcycles. Not the best choice in my eyes but. Well I have to admit it, He was good at that to. I tried not to watch to much. One time , and I have to laugh when I think about it, it was funny. He and a friend were jumping their dirt bikes over ramps and hills. And He jumped this one big hill and landed in a lake. He was wet from the waist down, and not very happy with himself to beat that. And if you'd ask Him- He didn't want to talk about it. He did know how to disassemble and reassemble an engine with no parts left over . Mark had always tried his best to do things, with out getting into trouble. And He did succeed at that. His first year in High School, he had several good/close friends. My house was always full of boys. Which was OK, they were a great bunch of kids. Like I said before, some still come over. He had a Girlfriend, Kristi, together for a year, wanted to marry, at 15 I don't think so… He had a job working at a local store stocking and bagging etc… But getting Him there was a chore. We were lucky we didn't get a ticket most of the time. I worked, Dad worked, and Mark. Our hours didn't allow for time for coffee. And My job was 1/2 hr from where we lived and His job was 15 minutes from that. He had to quit but His boss did tell Him that If He ever wanted a job, to Please come back. Two weeks went by and His cousin/friend called and had a job he wanted Mark to take, and he would be providing the transportation since he worked there too. It was working at Fed ex for 7.25 an hr, 4 hrs a night. Not bad, and He begged so. He was allowed to take the job, but since it was in the same town that I worked in, at night, 1/2 hr away from home, He had to call when He got home. He did that faithfully, ever night. On August 15th Two weeks after His 15th Birthday, at 6:20 p.m. He went to work as normal, but Never made it home. A girl 19, driving her dads truck, name was Holly Creighton, Doing 75 mph, in a 45 mph zone, Ran a Stop sign. she claims she didn't see. I will Never forget her face or her name. I will Never Ever forgive her for taking away My Baby. They say He never felt a thing, How do they truely know that? He might not have, but We all did, and still to this day feel Pain that never seems to go away. There is a Poem that A Close Friend sent to me after It is the very thing I say Daily .it goes as follows Heart Wounds Cold Steel may penetrate the flesh The wound may throb and smart, But far more Painful are the wounds Inflicted on the Heart. Soothing balm may cease the pain, That body blows apart, But what can heal the Deep-cut wounds, Inflicted on the Heart. Yes- marks upon the flesh will fade, Forgotten with the pain, But when the Heart is wounded, thus- The Scar will Long Remain. Claire Richcreek Thomas Thanks for listening "Hugs" Debi

Jeremy Blanchette

August 7, 2012

MOM OF LAYTON HATHAWAY

July 15, 2012

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July 5, 2011

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January 30, 2011

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November 30, 2010

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Jeremy Blanchette

August 7, 2012

MOM OF LAYTON HATHAWAY

July 15, 2012

Heather L Stalnecker Fox

July 5, 2011

Daysha Mitchell

January 30, 2011

Tammy Elliott

November 30, 2010

Becky Mast Minnesota

November 28, 2010

Charlie Gulizia

November 27, 2010

Tara Foster

November 26, 2010

Rachel Lake

November 16, 2010