Mark always has looked for and created beauty in people and in the world. He was my zone leader in the New York Rochester Mission in 1989, who had style; he was my roommate, who philosophized and laughed hysterically with me; he was the best man at my wedding, who ran to buy me a better shirt in the middle of the day, went to our new apartment and found Marcie's lost veil, and played the cello at the reception; and he is my dear brother forever.
One quintessential memory is the afternoon in 1993, when my then fiancé Marcie came to Mark’s and my apartment, because the three of us were going to go do something together. She had on white Keds shoes (no socks), white shorts, and a blue oversized sweater with a wide v-neck bordered in green--all very preppy. I was in the living room with her while Mark got ready. When he came out to go, he took a quick look at Marcie, and said he’d be just another minute. He went back into our room, and a few minutes later, popped out, striking a pose, and wearing EXACTLY the SAME outfit as Marcie. We all fell on the floor laughing. I’m pretty sure he changed before we all went out.