I've felt a little under the weather since yesterday morning... I lost a very special person to me yesterday morning, which coincidentally enough, was also my 40th birthday. Have you ever met someone during the darkest time of your life that was just a bright light, a reason to keep waking up in the morning? This was what Mark was to me back in 2016... I'd been a repeated victim of serious domestic violence & picked up a substance problem along the way... trauma, ya know? But, I was also still trying to juggle being on my own (husband had went to jail) & support my family. I'd gotten a job at a local restaurant, waitressing & Mark had also been hired for dj/karaoke services. He was a kind person to me from the very start. And in a very short time, we became very good friends. I always made sure our schedules aligned, hanging out with Mark & doing karaoke every Sunday was something I always looked forward to. And I'll tell ya, the man could sing. He always enjoyed singing 867-5309 to me. 😂 And he'd perform Frank Sinatra sometimes which I've always loved. Mark never judged me, as unstable as I was. He always treated me so kindly & strictly as a good friend with no other interest in mind. We remained friends all these years, visiting each other when we were able. I'll never forget him & he'll always be in my heart. RIP to my dear friend. We'll meet again one day.