Mark-Eckert-Obituary

Mark L. Eckert

Easton, Pennsylvania

About

LOCATION
Easton, Pennsylvania

Obituaries

Send Flowers

"> Mark L. Eckert Mark Levi Eckert, 84, of Bethlehem Township died Wednesday, October 24, 2007, in the Hospice of the V.N.A. of St. Lukes, Bethlehem. He was the loving companion of Joyce Hanlon for 32 years. He was born in Yellow House. He was the son of Levi Eckert and Francis Leedom...

Read More

Guest Book

Not sure what to say?

I have very fond memories of Mark. He would always make everyone smile. He was a very kind and sweet man and will be missed.

Dear Mark,
We will miss your ever present smile and your gentle way. Your sense of humor was wonderful and we cherish every moment we spent with you.

Love, Julie and Dick Rissmiller

WE WIL MISS MARK'S SMILE AND HELLO'S AS WE WALK PAST THE HOUSE WITH STEWART. HE ALWAYS BRIGHTENED OUR DAY. HE IS NOW SMILING FROM HEAVEN AND WATCHING OVER THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
SINCERELY
BOB AND RITA GIROU

Mark you will be missed by everone who had the pleasure of your love and friendship. Love, Colleen

To all of Mark's loved ones: He will be sorely missed. Our prayers and thoughts are with you. Mark was special to all of us. His smile could light up a room.

With love,
The therapists at Old Orchard

Joyce,

So sorry to hear about Mark. He was a good friend to my father and the rest of our family.Our prayers are being said for you and Marks family.

Karen, Russ, Elizabeth and Andrea Lance (Bert Zimmermans daughter and family)

How could I ever say enough about this wonderful, loving man. He will be truely missed

Joyce, I am so very sorry to have read of Mark's passing. I have thought of him ofter since my dads passing. I am very glad that they were roomies and that our families paths crossed, if only for a short time. Please take care of yourself and give Bella kisses for me. If there is anything my family and I can do please let me know. After things settle, maybe we can meet for coffee or lunch sometime. Take care...Lisa Boehm

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.