Mark Mol Memorial
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This is a fundraiser for the most generous man I have ever met. I am raising money on behalf of his family for his last expenses in this world. Please be as generous as Mark was, and give to his family in their time of need.
The money raised here will be given to his family and more specifically his sister Susan Mol who will be in charge of his final expenses. Susan and Mark were very close and she was a great help to him throughout his life.
If there are any funds left over they will be donated to a carefully chosen charity for Mental Health and Depression.
To me, Mark was my rock, always there for me. Supportive to the ends of the earth. You could call him up out of the blue ask him for anything and he would be right there to help out. Mark loved with all his heart, unconditionally. He was famous for buying a round for the entire bar or restaurant. My favorite story is when he went to NY to support the LGBTQ community and he bought the entire plane a drink. The flight attendants teared up and asked him why he would do such a thing. He replied he just wanted to spread the love. That's the man he was, Full Of Love. He wanted everyone to love each other, hug freely, and support one another. This is the way he lived his life.
We had an amazing 8 years together full of adventures, happy days full of laughter, and some sad but always full of Love. He struggled for years with depression but towards the end the sadness turned to hopelessness. This internal battle he was fighting ending up winning. I am happy for him that he no longer has to fight this war. I would be selfish to ask him to stay here with me when he had to fight so hard to live each day. I hope you all can understand. I don't know that I would have understood without having spent his last week with him. So all I can do is tell you that his fight is over and I hope he now has peace.
Mark is similar to a dog. (He laughed at me calling him this many times.) It reminds me now of the story of a 6-year-old and his dog dying of cancer. The vet wonders aloud, "Why are dogs lives so much shorter than a humans?" The kid says, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life, like loving everybody all the time and being nice. Dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long." This is Mark, he was taken too soon. I hope that he has made an imprint on all of you and you will always strive to be more full of love in memory of Mark.
Long story, but for me it has great memories:
I had some chronic pain while Mark and I were together which unfortunately included a surgery that had me laid up for a while. He knew how cooped up I felt and when I was approved to walk as much as I wanted, as long as I didn't have too much pain, he picked out this short backpacking trip for us. The hike was to this beautiful alpine lake in Jackson, Wyoming. He figured it was about a half mile, so we could easily make the hike. He loaded up all of the camping gear into a paraglider backpack, our sleeping bags, tent, camping pads, and the other usual backpacking items. I was to carry a small bag with our jackets and change of clothes as he didn't want to burden me and my healing leg. Well, that night it was scheduled to rain so we brought a tarp, a deck of cards, and monopoly, just in case. He brought snorkel gear to explore the depths of the lake. A GoPro to video our adventure. A hammock built for both of us. Two bundles of wood to be able to build a nice fire. A large cooler containing a huge chunk of salmon that was already marinating in a dill sauce, a pound of bacon, a head of lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, bread, and basically all the snacks a person could want for a week backpacking trip, not an overnighter. We basically brought everything but the kitchen sink. I think we even had briquettes and a small grill for the salmon in case we couldn't make a fire in the rain. However, we did decide to leave the floating tubes in the truck, and if we really wanted them the next day Mark could just easily run back to the truck and grab them. Well turns out this half mile hike was more like three miles. It was steep in places, rocky and uneven in others, a challenge for me and my injured leg. Both of us are stubborn and wouldn't give up and decided that the lake was just around the next corner, for every corner, for at least 2 1/2 miles. We laughed a lot during this trip, at how much we overpacked, how far it was, and the funny looks that people gave us when they saw us with our cooler hog tied between the two of us. Mark's pack easily weighed 85 pounds, probably more. I remember getting back to the truck at the end of the trip and putting his pack on and not even being able to take a couple steps. This was after he had to lift it on my back because I could not even pick it up off of the ground. But that was Mark for you, never complained and always willing to do anything for the people that he loved.
How ridiculous are we?
Thanks for listening and for your donation for his last expenses.
With all the Love,
Emily
The money raised here will be given to his family and more specifically his sister Susan Mol who will be in charge of his final expenses. Susan and Mark were very close and she was a great help to him throughout his life.
If there are any funds left over they will be donated to a carefully chosen charity for Mental Health and Depression.
To me, Mark was my rock, always there for me. Supportive to the ends of the earth. You could call him up out of the blue ask him for anything and he would be right there to help out. Mark loved with all his heart, unconditionally. He was famous for buying a round for the entire bar or restaurant. My favorite story is when he went to NY to support the LGBTQ community and he bought the entire plane a drink. The flight attendants teared up and asked him why he would do such a thing. He replied he just wanted to spread the love. That's the man he was, Full Of Love. He wanted everyone to love each other, hug freely, and support one another. This is the way he lived his life.
We had an amazing 8 years together full of adventures, happy days full of laughter, and some sad but always full of Love. He struggled for years with depression but towards the end the sadness turned to hopelessness. This internal battle he was fighting ending up winning. I am happy for him that he no longer has to fight this war. I would be selfish to ask him to stay here with me when he had to fight so hard to live each day. I hope you all can understand. I don't know that I would have understood without having spent his last week with him. So all I can do is tell you that his fight is over and I hope he now has peace.
Mark is similar to a dog. (He laughed at me calling him this many times.) It reminds me now of the story of a 6-year-old and his dog dying of cancer. The vet wonders aloud, "Why are dogs lives so much shorter than a humans?" The kid says, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life, like loving everybody all the time and being nice. Dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long." This is Mark, he was taken too soon. I hope that he has made an imprint on all of you and you will always strive to be more full of love in memory of Mark.
Long story, but for me it has great memories:
I had some chronic pain while Mark and I were together which unfortunately included a surgery that had me laid up for a while. He knew how cooped up I felt and when I was approved to walk as much as I wanted, as long as I didn't have too much pain, he picked out this short backpacking trip for us. The hike was to this beautiful alpine lake in Jackson, Wyoming. He figured it was about a half mile, so we could easily make the hike. He loaded up all of the camping gear into a paraglider backpack, our sleeping bags, tent, camping pads, and the other usual backpacking items. I was to carry a small bag with our jackets and change of clothes as he didn't want to burden me and my healing leg. Well, that night it was scheduled to rain so we brought a tarp, a deck of cards, and monopoly, just in case. He brought snorkel gear to explore the depths of the lake. A GoPro to video our adventure. A hammock built for both of us. Two bundles of wood to be able to build a nice fire. A large cooler containing a huge chunk of salmon that was already marinating in a dill sauce, a pound of bacon, a head of lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, bread, and basically all the snacks a person could want for a week backpacking trip, not an overnighter. We basically brought everything but the kitchen sink. I think we even had briquettes and a small grill for the salmon in case we couldn't make a fire in the rain. However, we did decide to leave the floating tubes in the truck, and if we really wanted them the next day Mark could just easily run back to the truck and grab them. Well turns out this half mile hike was more like three miles. It was steep in places, rocky and uneven in others, a challenge for me and my injured leg. Both of us are stubborn and wouldn't give up and decided that the lake was just around the next corner, for every corner, for at least 2 1/2 miles. We laughed a lot during this trip, at how much we overpacked, how far it was, and the funny looks that people gave us when they saw us with our cooler hog tied between the two of us. Mark's pack easily weighed 85 pounds, probably more. I remember getting back to the truck at the end of the trip and putting his pack on and not even being able to take a couple steps. This was after he had to lift it on my back because I could not even pick it up off of the ground. But that was Mark for you, never complained and always willing to do anything for the people that he loved.
How ridiculous are we?
Thanks for listening and for your donation for his last expenses.
With all the Love,
Emily
Organizer and beneficiary
Emily Richards
Organizer
Jackson, WY
Susan Mol
Beneficiary