27 January 2015

On January 27, 1964, the State of Texas got a little bit funkier, a whole lot funnier, and infinitely kinder as Mark Allen Daves made his debut in El Paso.

Mark’s preferred birthday was small and intimate. He usually wanted a steak dinner, and yellow cake with Mama Honey’s fudge frosting, or a chunk of New York cheesecake (“thick and dry”).  He delighted in surprises and thoughtful gifts that he could unwrap, and it wasn’t a celebration unless his boys were included.

I don’t hold to the “happy birthday in Heaven” sentiment. But in the time since Mark died, I’ve begun to think that maybe our time here is just an introduction, a prequel to a state of being that’s so fine we can’t begin to comprehend it. If so, if “Heaven” is perfect and a place of contentment, then Mark is somehow still with us, still connected to us, because he could not otherwise be content.

To Mark Daves: to all he was, and all he is now, and all that remains.

July 2011: Mark with new-found friend Dandy, on a visit to the Two Pony Ranch in Tahlequah, OK.

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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4 Responses to 27 January 2015

  1. You just made me feel a little better about my Mom, who passed away last year — a little closer to believing. Thank you. xoxox

  2. Dana See says:

    Vicki I always look forward to reading your “Life Unmarked” writings. I end up feeling a variety of emotions but always glad for the honesty you evoke. I have found myself missing Mark more as time has passed. Seems a little perplexing as I thought it would be different…. not that I would miss him less, but that I would be getting used to him being gone. i’m not.
    Love you, love the boys, love Mark.

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