Mark E. Fribance

To the Man in the Moon, Almost five years have come creeping around. I find it hard to hold onto memories now. Sadness is a welcome gift that keeps me in the shelter of your warm arms. Your smile haunts me. Your laughter is an echo in an empty chamber. A cell where I would gladly stay if I knew I could feel everything again. I miss you so very much. I need you. I want you back. Please. Whatever I did wrong, I want you to know that I would choose anything for penance. You mean the...

It has been more than two years now. Not a day goes by where the wind whispers condolences, and the trees wave with gestures of comforting. It never gets easier. With each passing day, important memories wander away from me, in hopes of meeting the future with a blank slate. It burns in my heart. The police sirens. The last visit. The last talk we had. Guilt floods behind the unstable wall that is my mind, eventually having to spill over the edge. But that is supposed to be healing. Be...

We met Mark and the Fribance family through Scouting. He was always smiling and so helpful and kind. He has touched the lives of so many people. We send our deepest condolences.

He was a awesome person he will be surely missed at the fairs.

We are so sorry to hear the news of Mark's passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with your entire family.