Mark Adams

Uncle Mark, I know this is a long time coming. I have very few memories, for I was young when you passed. I mostly remember you always having a beer in your hand, and your zippo and cigarettes in your top pocket of your plaid shirt. I remember your Falcon and how much you enjoyed working on things with my dad. I remember the frequent arguments if Ford or Chevy was the better car. I hope you rest in peace uncle Mark, and are enjoying being with your son and brothers again. Until...