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Mark Strutton

October 6, 1951July 11, 2020

Mark Strutton was born on October 6, 1951 and passed away on July 11, 2020 and is under the care of Advantage Funeral & Cremation Services – South Hill.

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Mark Strutton

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James Strutton

August 2, 2020

Hey Mark, through the years this song always made me think of you, always on your own...
Remember the fun when you were around, always praying that happiness would find you, hope it did, pray it did, I know your with the Lord now, He opened the gate for you.... you'll never be alone again and with Him you never really were.
Love You, Miss You....

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
Let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you before it's too late.

Gemma Abernovich

August 2, 2020

Rest peacefully, Uncle Mark. May you find all that you ever dreamed of in the glory of the afterlife. My condolences to the family.

Rosemary Whitney

August 2, 2020

Mark I have loved you so much always. You wrote to me this passage: the heart in its true direction is not remiss, not bound by time nor place. That you love me notwithstanding, there is no beast as absence, nor is there any significance in distance. It is impossible for a brother to be lost whose direction is determined by a power so much greater than himself. Who can command that spirit to the way that he shall move? Neither you nor I, our perfection lies in our coming together, and that happened a long, long time ago...