Mark Gentile Death, Obituary – It is with the utmost regret that I must inform you all that my father, Mark Gentile, passed away suddenly from a cardiac arrest on Thursday morning. I am sorry that I cannot spare you any less of my sorrow. The amount of love that this man had for his children, grandchildren, and wife is beyond my ability to put into words. The void that his passing has created in both my family and in my own heart is immeasurable.
A suitable piece was passed on to me by my brother’s wife… The feeling of melancholy continues washing over us like a wave of water. I am brought back to a passage that was written by a man and posted on Reddit.com; it is one that I have repeatedly shown to loved ones because it explains why the loss of a loved one can cause such intense pain. “Alright, here goes. I’m old. That indicates that I have been fortunate enough to make it through (so far), but many of the individuals I have known and loved have not.
I’ve lost pals, including some of my closest friends, acquaintances, coworkers, grandparents, my mother, other relatives, teachers, mentors, students, and neighbors, as well as a large number of other people. Since I do not have any children, I cannot fathom the anguish that must accompany the loss of a kid. But allow me to add my two cents. I wish I could claim that you get used to hearing about deaths of other people. I never did. I do not wish to do it.
It hurts me deeply whenever anybody I care about passes away, regardless of the circumstances surrounding their passing. On the other hand, I do not want it to “not matter.” I don’t want it to be something that is forgotten very quickly. The affection that I had for and the connection that I had with that individual are evidenced by the scars that I bear on my body. And if the wound is deep, it only goes to show how profound the love was. To each his own. Scars are a visible reminder of a past existence. Scars are evidence that I have been able to love and live deeply, despite the fact that I have been cut or even gouged, and that I have healed to the point that I can continue to love and live. Scar tissue is significantly more resilient than the original flesh was ever able to be. Scars are a visible reminder of a past existence. Scars are only offensive to the eyes of those who are blind.