I have a memory of my godfather Mark, from maybe when I was 9 or 10. I was staying with my Gram & Pop in the little yellow house in Sea Girt, and he must have been home part of the summer. He had two tiny black lab puppies that he was fostering - keeping them alive and healthy since they lost their mother. He just loved them and was kind enough to share them with me. He taught me so much in his easy way. I always think of Uncle Mark as a kind, quiet man -always willing to share his knowledge and always protective and loving. He brought real good to the world. We are deeply saddened by this loss too soon. Sending love and prayers for peace and comfort in hard days ahead.