Dr. Charles H. Marks

We remember "Uncle Doc Charles" with much love. His large family has grown and prospered. May his memory be a blessing. Deborah and Scott

Charles was my mother's only brother. We called him "Uncle Doc Charles" because we also had another Uncles Charles. I remember "Uncle Doc Charles" always with a smile on his face and flying ears. We loved him and we miss him.

Dr. Marks saved my life in 1970. He stayed at the hospital that night and told the nurses it was up to God whether I lived or died. He was the most remarkable man I ever met. I loved him.

June 21, 2009
June 30, 2009

Dear Libby:

Father’s day just passed; and shortly one year of remembering the loss your Dad as feelings surface. No matter what age and circumstances, it is all too sudden, so much has been changed. It is heartbreak like no other yet gradually softens with a lifetime of memories.

“Sorrow cannot all be explained away…in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.” Stephan Kanfer.

The Psalmist...

From childhood, I remember that "Uncle Doc Charles" (as we called him) always had a smile on his face.
He was unfailingly gentle and kind to me throughout my lifetime. He never talked about his many accomplishments, or even about himself, but always wanted to know how I was doing.
I remember from over 50 years ago the attention he paid to me personally, even though I was just a small girl. Although he had five children and many nieces and newphews, he took the time to make me...

Libby and family:

I want to express my love and prayers during this time as you remember and grieve the loss of your Dad. Saying goodbye is so personal…emotions come and go in waves. Sometimes music, a family/friend’s voice or watching a bird at a feeder helps, soothes or touches a memory that comforts. Hard blessings initially, then soft blessings, as pain and tears lessen. I met your Dad while working at Health Department, what a caring and sensitive man. Reading what others wrote...

Charlie told me once that he thought his fingerprints had been almost worn away because he had to wash his hands so often. I know where his fingerprints went. He left them on the lives of the people he encountered - his patients, his colleagues, his friends and family. And his touch was good and kind, direct and personal.

Thank you Charlie, for the gift of your touch and for the generous and humble way you used the gift of your skilled hands.

Thank you Kay for sharing this...

To The Marks Family: Dr. Marks was an original - a caring humanitarian with a passion for medicine that evidenced itself in all his years of service. He was my mother's favorite doctor, and she declared him best of all surgeons. Though fiercely professional, he maintained a gentle calm, and a sense of humor that helped quiet the fears of more timid patients, such as I. Some years ago, as probably one of his most nervous patients, I remarked to him that I admired his surgical skills and...

Mrs Marks and Family,
My thoughts and prayers are with you. Dr Marks was a very kind and caring person. He made you smile just by speaking to him over the phone.

Mary Lundy, Switchboard Operator MRMC