Sorry I wasn't able to make it to the funeral. My best remembrance of Mark was of him taking me sailing as about an eleven year old up at the cabin.
I thought I'd died and going to heaven that this older cousin would spend time with me. I remember back at the cabin there were lots of picnic tables, older male relatives in checkered shirts, and my grandma and the other older Swede ladies scurrying around preparing lunches, or something.
Granted, at that age I cared alot...
March 01, 2013 | Edina, MN