Mark’s birthday is today, December 9th. Today he would have been 57 years old. Mark died much too early on March 18th, 2023. We can only trust this was time for him to end his path on earth.
Mark lead a very complicated life. At birth, he almost died from a blood issue due to antibodies from his mother attacking his blood cells. As it would have it, I was not able to donate blood for him due to an incompatible antigen in my blood. A fireman stepped in and volunteered blood that saved Mark’s life.
Mark was the youngest and fourth in the line of children in the family. He struggled at school due to what was much later diagnosed as dyslexia maybe triggered by his blood issue at birth. No one really knows for sure. He mostly overcame this challenge and graduated from Purdue University with a bachelor’s degree.
He first worked for Kokomo Opalescent Glass Company, a then partly family owned business. Later he became the sales manager for a floral container manufacturer. Finally, Mark became interested in real estate, first as a broker. Within a few years, he made the decision he wanted to pursue becoming a real estate appraiser. This required more academic study and being mentored by a licensed appraiser for at least two years. He was successful in navigating all of this.
In 2000, he, with his father by his side, opened a new business: Blacklidge Appraisals. He continued this business to the time of his death.
Marked loved the fast lane. Early in his life this was through bicycle racing. Then came a trail motorcycle…. a time in a race car training sponsored by his grandfather Blacklidge….. and finally racing of jet skis. This racing was with a close friend who, together, traveled the loop of jet ski competitions. Mark and his friend were good.
His “cottage” at Lake Freeman allowed Mark to continue with the water sports. He loved time there particularly with his two daughters as they grew up. His daughters were his joy.
I must say something about Mark’s issues with substance abuse, particularly alcohol. This challenge started really as early as high school. He was never able to conquer this addiction. It remained his nemesis and was the cause of many heartaches for him and his family, immediate and extended. Hopefully, lessons can be and were learned from his struggles.
I write this as Mark’s father. I loved and love him deeply. We had many, many good times over the years from the time he was born. I am guessing I spent more time with him over his lifetime than with any of my other three children. We were close. I miss the good times.