Mark David Warren

I miss you and love you very much, uncle Mark. I know this is the only guest book but I hope you can fly over it and read what I am writing and thinking. Until we meet again fly high and dream big.

Mark was a character. Any time spent with him was filled with laughter. And he was an accomplished author. He was my mentor in the writing field. I still have his "Ten Guidelines for Writing" that he taught me and I use them whenever I sit down to write an article or review. The world is a better place for your having been it. Thanks, Mark. Thanks for everything...

I was in the graduating NYPD class that mark was in . I did not know him in
The academy but we were assigned to NSU 5 in Manhattan north for field training.I remember mark as a great police officer and person ! He was around 10 years older than myself and the other recruits and had been an auxiliary cop so he was a great help to us kids lol ! I never knew he was from Princeton NJ small world I grew up in nearby skillman nj .RIP my brother!!! I checked the the intrepid way back in 87 at marks suggestion ! Ret po Mortimer Keane

I love you, Uncle Mark. I am so proud of you... thank you, for everything.
I am one fortunate God-Daughter and Niece.

(Can't believe how many of these wonderful pictures I have never seen. Thank you, everyone, for sharing. Thank you for appreciating and loving Mark as we do!). Grateful.

Tonight I was looking up old friends in Facebook and I ended up in Mark's younger sister Catherine's Facebook page and I read about the passing of Mark. In 1965 I was an engineering student at Stevens Institute of Technology in Hoboken and met his older sister Lynn at a Party at Stevens on Saturday, October 9th, in what was called "The Beatnik Fiasco Mixer" (I still remember that evening as if it were yesterday). I met Lynn (Linda, then), we danced and we became friends. Lynn invited me to spend Christmas with her lovely family, and met me at Princeton Junction. That is how I met Mark, then 12 (I was 17) during dinner at the Warren's where I stayed (152 Hickory Court). During one of the meals, young Mark mentioned something funny in the "Grin and Bear It" cartoon that he had read (I forget exactly what it was about as this conversation happened 59 years ago), but what I do remember about Mark was that he was funny, witty, energetic and mischievous. Lynn, many years later told me Mark was a Detective with NYPD, but I never saw him after 1965. But, yes, to this day I remember him saying something funny and witty from a "Grin and Bear It" cartoon he had seen and most likely related to the table conversation. I remember Lynn and Mark were close and had traveled abroad together. That's all I remember about Mark and I was saddened by his premature departure. I will pray for him tonight and I am sure Mark is in Heaven. May Mark's family, brothers and sisters please receive my deepest and sincere condolences. Please read Saint Augustine's prayer called "Don't Cry If You Love Me" which he wrote when his dear Mother, Saint Monica, went to Heaven. St. Monica had troubles with Augustine who was a playboy and not too Christian. She finally "converted" him and St. Augustine became a pillar of the new and growing Catholic Church. This lovely prayer will comfort you as it did me when my Dad passed. St. Augustine wrote it in such as way as if it were a message St. Monica wrote to the Son she adored, and did not want him to grieve. Your dear brother Mark is now in Heaven and is now an Angel in Heaven protecting those he loves. And, yes, you will see him again, in Heaven. May God Bless the entire Warren family whom I remember with fondness and affection.

Best Personal Regards,
Carlos T. Linares

DON'T CRY IF YOU LOVE ME

If you knew the gift of God
and what Heaven is.
If you could hear the Angels singing
and see me among them...
If, only for an instant, you could contemplate,
just like me,
the Beauty before which all beauties turn pale.
Trust me.
When the day, which God has stated and knows, arrives
and your Soul, which has been preceded by mine,
enters this Heaven,
That day you will see me again,
you will feel that I still love you,
that I have always loved you
and you will find my heart
with all its love purified.

You will see me in transfiguration,
in an ecstasy of happiness.
No longer waiting for death,
but walking with you
and holding your hand along new paths of light and life.

So, wipe your tears away
and don´t cry, if you love me...

Saint Augustine