Mourning the Loss of Mark Edwin Durmon

The passing of Mark Edwin Durmon has left a deep and painful void in the hearts of all who knew and loved him. As family and friends come to terms with this profound loss, there is a collective mourning that reaches beyond words — a quiet ache felt in every space Mark once filled with his laughter, warmth, and strength.

Mark was more than a husband, son, father, and grandfather — he was a steady presence, a quiet fighter, and a man whose love showed in everything he did. Whether through the meals he cooked, the projects he tinkered with in his shop, or the time he spent picking vegetables with his mother, Mark expressed his care in thoughtful, everyday actions that left lasting impressions.

His absence is felt deeply by those closest to him — his devoted wife Dawn, whose love stood the test of time; his parents Ricky and Patsy, who raised a son they were endlessly proud of; and his stepchildren and grandchildren, who brought joy to his later years and now carry the ache of his departure in their hearts.

To mourn Mark is to remember a man who didn’t just endure life’s storms, but rose through them with courage. It is to honor the quiet resilience of someone who suffered loss yet kept giving love. It is to sit with the grief of knowing there will be no more fishing trips, no more shared laughter over a meal, no more long talks or proud stories told in his calm, familiar voice.

But even in this time of mourning, there is gratitude — for the years shared, the memories made, and the unshakable bonds Mark forged. As tears fall and hearts break, so too does love rise up, carrying his legacy forward.

May Mark Edwin Durmon be remembered not just for how he died, but for how he lived — with hands that worked hard, a heart that loved deeply, and a spirit that never gave up.

He will be missed. He will be remembered. He will be loved always.