Mark Stone

It is so hard to write about Mark, because feeling him was so much better. He was a handsome, charismatic man. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was a risky man, full of adventure and surprise. He was a loving man, and he made sure you knew how much he loved you through his loyalty, time and words. When our son, Maxwell, was born I watched this man become a father. He was so maternal in instinct. Whenever Maxwell moved, so did Mark - it's like they were magnetic. I couldn't believe the role that Mark had organically fallen into when Maxwell came into our lives. I still to this day wonder if I'll ever be as good of a mom as Mark was a father to our precious child. I feel so privileged to have known Mark, and to have been his wife. We were both such selfish people when we met, it's a surprise we were able to maintain a relationship, let alone turn it into a life and marriage. He made me a happy, loyal, selfless wife, and I made him a generous, loving, caring husband. We made it work through some really awesome times and some really trying realities. He has left such a void in so many hearts. So many people never knew how much my husband struggled with pain, anxiety and ultimately addiction. He wore nothing on his sleeve -whether he saw it as weakness or just didn't want to burden others, I'll never know. What I do know, is that Mark's death has awakened the minds of his loved ones. His death has opened a door to this epidemic that most people he knew weren't exposed to or were in great denial. Mark alive, made a big impact, and I will make sure Mark's death makes a big impact as well. He wanted to help people that struggled in their path to recovery and I will make sure he still can.