To The Heilich Family
This is Joe Placht
I am truly, deeply saddened I stopped hanging out with Mark probably 35 years ago, but before that we were true partners. I met Mark in the second grade, and we were "brothers" until our 30's, when I drifted away, chasing new dreams and raising my own boys. But oh my gosh. for many many years we were buds. Working on motorcycles up in the garage; motorcycle trips; hitchhiking across Europe, sharing a pup tent.
We were together on our motorcycles when we caught the robber when the guy hit the Clark Station. Running around in the 'vette, looking for action. And then my then wife handing Mark our infant boy, and watching him sitting in the rocker, bottle feeding and cooing him to sleep. He was adopted by my family, and my sisters are saddened. And I was attached to yours, too. Paul, working at the water company. John, going into sales. Tom, we became great friends living together up in Columbia, you becoming the bartender and I think living in Florida now. Ken, going into real-estate. And Jake, I'd always laugh because you were the mischievous kid that went into law enforcement. And Helen. You were the little girl that was your mother's mini -me. When you mother died, I came to the funeral, and off to the side I gave Mark a man-to-man hug, and he sighed. When my mother died, Mark came to her funeral, and gave me that hug back.
In my fondest memories of that era., most of them was with Mark I had an extra rose bush in a pot, and this morning I planted it in the yard in honor of him . You all take care. Joe