In Memory Of My Best Friend

Marcus Dean Spradlin
July 7, 1958 - Sept 9, 2010

Marc was my wingman, call sign Viper...

He was fun and always looking ahead in life and that life was to be lived...

He was a friend and we enjoyed talking and sharing life.

I will miss him everyday...

Marc and Cristy had that special bond and love for one another. I have never met a couple more in love and trying to live life as they found it.

I know Marc loved her deeply and that love continues today.

I hope they both find peace and happiness.

Marc inspired me and showed me how a true brave man lives his life. I never knew Marc to have any doubts that he will make it.

Marc has made it now, he is at peace and was strong and brave to the end.

I will carry Marc's memory with me everywhere I go, every day.

This is Marc's family.

Marc also has a very large extended family. He took many into his life and gave of himself to be a friend and never let a friend down.

He was the best man I have known...

I first met Marc about 3 years ago at Red River. We became fast friends and wingman that first night. He became Viper and I was Iceman.

At the time I was riding my GoldWing all the time. Viper saw my pet Armadillo riding on the faring of the GoldWing. He said he had just the thing. So out of his Mustang, he pulled this little monkey. He said that I could put it on the other side of the faring and then the Armadillo would have a wingman. Well, I do not ride the GoldWing anymore, so the pet Wingman are riding together in the car with me.

Just as they ride together everyday, I know that Marc still is my Wingman and with me in my travels.

Marc's Thoughts For Us

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears.
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love and you can only guess,
How How much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled alone.

So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for awhile that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.

I won't be far away, for life goes on,
So, if you need me, call and i will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near,
And if you listen with your heart,
You'll hear all my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say, "Welcome home."