(Community Matters) A life long dear friend, Mark Gibbs (a best friend gowing up) died in a scuba diving accident over the weekend. I can’t really remember meeting Mark. The son of my parents’ close friends while we were growing up and someone who moved to my elementary school, we hadn’t talked in person for a couple of years but had been in touch over Facebook. Devastating. So much history and such a great guy. Spoke with Mark’s mom last night. His dad and brother are in Costa Mesa making arrangements. I’m flying out tomorrow for the funeral – 10:00am Saturday at Rock Harbor Church located at 345 Fischer Ave. Costa Mesa. There will be a memorial service in Houston on 5/11 at 3pm at Langwood Baptist Church.
Mark was irrationally scared of spiders – still makes me laugh. Especially hard on him since we grew up spending so many weekends camping and “roughing it” at my parent’s “ranch.” A strikingly good looking guy, Mark’s dad is English and Mark was one of the only kids we knew growing up who was such a soccer enthusiast. Late in middle school and in high school, he became a surfer dude. He and Buttons would cut school if they heard the waves were up in Galveston (or if they heard the Ds were H-ed). So of course, after mastering the horrible Texas gulf waves, CA surfing was relatively easy. I don’t remember when Mark became religious, but he turned out to be a great youth minister. The last time we spent any significant alone time together was in our early 30s, skiing in Bear Mountain. I remember listening to his stories about reaching out to beach youth and engaging them in his church. It made him happy and fulfilled. He was married to JoLynn and has a 20 year old daughter, Makenna.