Mark A. Bartusiak

My cousin Mark was my hero. I never told him that because it would have been awkward for me and embarrassing for him. He overcame many obstacles to become professionally successful and remain personally active that I can't help but marvel at his abilities. His enthusiasm for Chicago Bears football was contagious and there was no better place to watch a game that in his own rec room. He relied on and had the loving support of his siblings and friends. They were unfailing, which was truly a reflection of his character. Rest in peace, Mark. And now I must go and change the answer to some of my security questions . . .

We road Our bikes through the neighborhood with baseball cards slapping the spokes held on by clothes pins. We played marbles in front of Your house and sat on that big granite rock.
On Halloween Our Mothers made costumes for Us all out of paper grocery bags.
We built the biggest snow igloos too and anytime someone on the block got an appliance delivered the box became a fort until it fell apart.
Cherished childhood memories not to be for gotten, just like You. RIP

Bartusiak family I was sad to hear that Mark had passed. When everyone was sitting outside on the porch and my dad would see Mark coming down the street or sidewalk he would always have a beer waiting for him. Mark would visit for a while with our family and the Slabiks. Rest in peace Mark you're free.