My cousin Mark Cook passed away suddenly on October 19th. I last talked to him for awhile outside NAPA Auto Parts with my dad a few weeks ago when I was in Brunswick. He had wanted to hang out while I was down visiting, but it didn’t work out for that to happen.
Mark gave me some of my favorite memories growing up. We stayed up watching The Rat Patrol on late night television in his room once when I was five or six. He had a Boba Fett action figure before I did, so I always enjoyed playing Star Wars with him when I had the opportunity to visit him at his folks’ house on New Sterling Road. He was a great pal to go swimming with when we were younger. He taught me how to swim underwater with a face mask and flippers. When I asked my mom what we were getting Mark for his birthday back in 1983, she said that he had wanted Culture Club’s Colour by Numbers. I thought to myself that he had a very sophisticated tasted in music.
Mark and I took different paths in life and work. When I visited home, I was interested to learn what new VW Beetle dune buggy project he might be working on, or how his family life was taking shape–especially after they moved in with his mom on Baker Hill Road in Hortense.
Mark lucked out when he met his wife Heather, and then again, when they had their daughter Georgia. He was intensely proud of them both–Heather’s progression of degrees to become a teacher, and Georgia’s academic awards and accomplishments that reveal her potential for future successes. As he got older, he never had much to say about himself, but he was always ready to say what Heather and Georgia were up to. While Mark’s passing will be a trying ordeal for them, I know that they will endure and reach such illustrious heights that would have made him smile–in his uniquely beaming but understated way.
Like his older brother Michael, Mark is gone way before his time. We were supposed to grow old and gray together–perhaps divided by time and place, but bound by old memories and good times.
