Sunday is the day everyone should toast to MARK UDELL (and to those of you at Don and Myrna's on Sunday God Bless You!!!!)
Sunday May 3rd is the day we celebrate Mark and to all who knew him,
he is here with and in all of us.
I have been e-mailing this out every year as a token gesture and I am throwing it out
there again that at 3pm okc time
everyone wherever you may be raise up and toast to Mark. I'm gonna go
with Negro Modelo this year but
you may pick a Car Bomb, Red Stripe, Fosters, Sierra Nevada, Sake or whatever
else you ever had
with Mark, he loved them all.
Today you should eat well as Mark loved food of all kinds.
Maybe some german food or sushi, if you are in norman or with in reach
of it go to the greek house. If you have a board, go skate something,
anything! If you have a motorcycle take a ride for Mark!
Today enjoy The Pogues, Van Halen, The Who, The Clash, X, Bad Brains, J.F.A., Big Boys,
Led Zepplin, GI¹s etc. you know what he liked. Play it loud and play it late!!!
Pass this on to everyone you know in his memory.
"Irish Car Bomb" recipe if you need it.
1/2 pint Guinness
1 oz Jamison
1/2 oz Bailey's Irish cream
Pour Guiness into a pint glass. Float Baileys on top of Jamison in
shot glass. Drop shot glass, carefully, into Guiness. Drink quickly
before it curdles.
An Irish Funeral Prayer
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around
the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Sunday May 3rd is the day we celebrate Mark and to all who knew him,
he is here with and in all of us.
I have been e-mailing this out every year as a token gesture and I am throwing it out
there again that at 3pm okc time
everyone wherever you may be raise up and toast to Mark. I'm gonna go
with Negro Modelo this year but
you may pick a Car Bomb, Red Stripe, Fosters, Sierra Nevada, Sake or whatever
else you ever had
with Mark, he loved them all.
Today you should eat well as Mark loved food of all kinds.
Maybe some german food or sushi, if you are in norman or with in reach
of it go to the greek house. If you have a board, go skate something,
anything! If you have a motorcycle take a ride for Mark!
Today enjoy The Pogues, Van Halen, The Who, The Clash, X, Bad Brains, J.F.A., Big Boys,
Led Zepplin, GI¹s etc. you know what he liked. Play it loud and play it late!!!
Pass this on to everyone you know in his memory.
"Irish Car Bomb" recipe if you need it.
1/2 pint Guinness
1 oz Jamison
1/2 oz Bailey's Irish cream
Pour Guiness into a pint glass. Float Baileys on top of Jamison in
shot glass. Drop shot glass, carefully, into Guiness. Drink quickly
before it curdles.
An Irish Funeral Prayer
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around
the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
+Chris
2 comments :
Here Here!
Mark was a great man. We almost were relatives by marriage but we just missed the boat. I laughed with Mark since highschool when he used to kidnap me from Norman to Edmond to watch him skate. I will always remember him and the lives that he touched.
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