08/02/1952 — 09/08/2012
Mark is my husband, best friend, and my buddy. He is a wonderful husband, son, brother, and father to Matthew and Randi Bryan. Mark is the bravest person I know, never complained about being sick. He played softball and golf and went to the gym up to a month before he passed. Whenever asked how he was, he said “I can’t complain.”
His mother, daughter, and I were with him when he took his last breath. His mother says, “I was with him when he took his first breath and with him when he took his last.” We never want to go through anything like this again but would not change it for the world that we were with him.
I miss him so much, and I will never let him be forgotten. His sister, mother, daughter, and I all wear a necklace with his ashes in them; he is always with us.
I love you and think of you every second of the day. Priss and Rowdy miss you playing with them, they know. (our kittens) I will never be afraid of dying again for I know that one day we will be together again.
I love you forever — your girl, Jack
Jacqueline Bryan, wife