I just received an email from my dad informing me that my uncle Mark passed away tonight (day for me). My dad will be traveling to Decatur Illinios for the service soon. My uncle Mark has been sick for some time now, but it is very sad to know that he is completely gone from this earth. I loved his laugh even when it turned into a cough. I loved that he smiled when he talked about people and their funny faults. I love that he came to visit me when I was about to graduate from high school. I loved seeing his artwork in my grandparents’ basement. I loved his unruly red hair and his red leather pants. I’m not going to lie; his life was a bit strange in most people’s eyes, but to me it made a little sense. A little. It is difficult to be different in the 1970’s in a small town in Illinios. I am glad people today are more accepting. I hope that if I have a little boy like him, the world will accept him with open arms.