Carol, I only met you once after the reunion breakfast, in the St. Leo Abbey dining room when Mark was there celebrating his 50th year of graduation from SLCP. Mark told me that you were going to speak at our parish (St. Anthony of Padua) on a Saturday morning a long time ago, and I wasn't able to go see you. I had noticed that I hadn't heard from Mark for a long time, since he was always the first to respond to any messages I sent out about Holy Name/SLCP alumni events, and I'm sorry that I didn't inquire why I wasn't hearing from him. You were both exemplary Catholics, and I know he earned his way directly to Heaven by his example of following in the steps of Christ. I'm so sorry for your loss. He was such a kind and gentle soldier of Christ. and I will miss him. Last time I saw Mark was at George Ziegler's funeral.
Sincerely, Maggie Herrmann Beaumont (HNA 1957)
Carol, I am so sorry for your loss. Mark was a great upperclassman and an extremely nice person. He was my dorm monitor along with Bill Gheen during my junior year. He always a nice and considerate person as well as being quite intelligent. At the reunions I looked forward to seeing him. This year would have been his 55th year of graduation. I will miss him.
Gordon Winslow '59
Sending you all love, thoughts of remembrance, and tender feelings of so many fond times... the photo album is lovely and reminded me of lots of fun, laughter, and joy shared between the Logans and the Marquardts. We love you!
I'm Mark's little brother “Johnnie.” When your brother is nearly 10 years older than you are, you naturally look up to him. He and your father become your role models, your idols. But when, by the time you are 16, your big brother has captained his high school football and baseball teams, set the Florida high school record in the discus, set a weight lifting record at Notre Dame, been elected vice-president of his senior class at Notre Dame, graduated from Duke Law School, climbed Mt. Ranier, married one of the top women's tennis players in the U.S., and become a Captain in the Air Force he becomes somewhat “larger than life.” As you mature your older brother's persona looms even larger as you read his essays and spiritual journey, admire his paintings and witness what a devoted husband and loving father and grandfather he is. You begin to wonder how you can possibly “live up to him.”
That's how it was for me growing up as Mark's little brother. Instead of everyone else who back in the day wanted to “be like Mike” (Michael Jordan), I wanted to be like Mark. So it's no surprise that it was my dream to follow in his footsteps to Notre Dame and Duke. What a feeling of pride I had during my years at Notre Dame when I would see Mark's name on the wall in the student center that memorialized prior class officers!
Now keep in mind that the only team I ever captained was my high school tennis team that was coached by a driver's ed teacher. I can hardly draw a stick man. And you won't find my name on any wall at Notre Dame. But Mark never wanted me to be intimidated by his accolades. What he wanted for me was what St. Francis de Sales wrote: “Do not wish to be anything but what you are and try to be that perfectly.” What Mark wanted for me was what he titled his most recognized painting: “Bloom Who You Are.” That painting is a lasting reminder of the charge and the challenge that Mark has left for everyone of us to be what God created us to be.
The only man that I have ever admired more than Mark was our father because, after all, he was our father. To this day I've never been embarrassed to say to anyone I talk to about Mark how much I idolized him. This evening I'm saying with enormous pride as a 63 year old little brother how much I still idolize the man we are remembering and honoring.
It seems like every week we learn of another sports hero, another entertainment icon, another politician in the limelight or even another religious leader who has fallen from grace. As I've grown older I've realized why my big brother has never suffered a similar fate. I've come to understand why he has never fallen from the pedestal that I put him on while I was growing up and that he will remain on forever.
A person's reputation is defined by what he or she does while the world is watching. By every measure that the world has established, Mark had an impeccable reputation. He was incredibly successful while the world was watching. But Mark's life was not about establishing a reputation. It was not about measuring up to the world's definition of success while someone or some organization was watching him.
In contrast, a person's character is defined by what he or she does when no one is watching. Mark embodied integrity, honesty, humility and selflessness...qualities that come into play when no one is watching; when someone is alone in his or her own conscience…qualities that the world often devalues. Because he was a man of such character, Mark's life was much more about being significant than being successful. That's why Mark remains firmly atop a pedestal in my eyes.
In the end, on a night like tonight, the value of one's life, one's significance while we're on this earth, is measured by the lives his or her life touched. Mark's successes and accomplishments, impressive as they were, pale in comparison to the impact that he has had on so many lives. We are not here tonight just to remember him because we are family, a friend or a colleague. We are also here to honor and thank him because of the impact that he had upon our lives.
We often think that we can only touch another life in some great and very public way. We forget that such great opportunities to help others seldom come our way, even to someone as successful as Mark. To paraphrase Martin Luther King, Jr.: “Anybody can be great…because anybody can serve. You only need a heart full of grace, a soul generated by love.” You don't need a great stage if, like Mark, you are blessed with grace, inspired by love and motivated to serve no matter how seemingly insignificant the setting or the circumstances.
Prayer and contemplation were significant elements of Mark's life. I'm sure that Mark frequently reflected at night on words such as Dr. King's, on the significance of his day and not just its successes. He probably would not only ask himself “What did I accomplish today?” but also “How well did I serve today?” and “Whose life did I touch?”
Mark realized that small but definitely significant opportunities to serve and to impact another life surround us every day. They often surface in very quiet and private ways. Such opportunities are at the heart of the Good News of the New Testament that Mark lived his life by. Mark seized those opportunities as St Francis of Assisi taught us to: “Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words.” It is those small and quiet opportunities to serve and to touch a life that Mark seized when no one was watching. Those are the moments that truly made Mark's life so significant.
Thursday August 22
Mark was a strong, steady, loving and gentle man who will always be in my heart. Thank you for so many wonderful family moments at special occasions and those ordinary moments when your extraordinary compassion and concern for others would shine through. I will think of you often and miss you always. Thank you for loving my sister and our family.