
MARK HARMON
This past week we celebrated the life of a man named Mark Harmon who passed away at age 49. Mark was like a second father to me and my brothers and sister. He and his wife Lesia were my parents best friends. They did everything together! The Harmon family would go to our reunions with us. They came to every family event as did our family to theirs. They used to live by us when we lived in North Salt Lake and then again in Layton.
Mark was a very generous and loving man and always took good care of his family....he will be greatly missed.
Here is a poem that his son Curtis Harmon wrote about his dad:
The Greatest Man I Ever Knew
The greatest man I ever knew taught me everything
He taught me how to ride a bike and even how to sing
He taught me how to get things done and how to laugh and love
He taught me how to camp and fish and how to swing a club
He taught me by example how to love a little child
He taught me to ride a motorcycle and to be a little wild
He taught me how to cook and grill and how to light a fire
He taught me to become a man a woman would desire
The greatest man I ever knew loves us all so dear
He loved to work and laugh and play and I know that he is near
He loved to raise his kids and see them learn and grow each day
He loved to teach them things they'd need to know along the way
He loved his mom and siblings, he'd tell me all the time
He loved his friends and in-laws (I hope he loves this rhyme)
He loved one person above all others all throughout his life
He loved her more than anything; he loved his eternal wife
The greatest man I ever knew had so much to share
His faith, his love, his tenderness, and even his loss of hair
The greatest man I ever knew had the highest of ambitions
He even worked two jobs at once so we could serve our missions
The greatest man I ever knew was firmly planted in gospel sod
He knew the eternal plan that would lead his family back to God
The greatest Man I ever knew is a part of me and I'm so glad
Some may have called him husband, son, brother, uncle, cousin,
friend, neighbor, boss, or sir, but I just called him Dad!
My dad spoke at the funeral along with Mark's daughter Amanda, his brother, and his son Curtis. They all did a wonderful job! Curtis shared some significance in the flowers that went over the casket. It had one single rose in the spread. I guess Mark gave his wife Lesia 11 roses for special occasions such as her birthday, anniversary, and mother's day because on their wedding day he gave her 11 roses and told her that she was the 12th rose.
Mark Loved to ride his motorcycle so his two sons and his brother in-law did a motorcycle escort to the graveside. I am just so grateful for the plan of salvation and to know that Mark's family will get to see him again!
