When Mark passed, that was the final prod. I saw him at the Miami Bowl for the last time, and he looked tired. Still had that great sense of humor, but clearly weary of the fight...but nothing could stop him from watching first hand our first bowl game in forever.
Shortly after his passing, at 50 years old, I got the colonoscopy. No real issues, but also triggered my need for an endoscopy (which revealed a few other issues, now since under control).
Your brother was a bull in every sense. Tough as nails, but also such a warm, welcoming guy. One game when we met him & others before a game, he asked us where we were sitting (we had ok seats, from StubHub). He said, "Dump 'em, come sit with us!" His seats were great, and the company of Mark & his wife was even better. I'll always think fondly of Mark, especially when I see the flying Jolly Roger.
Mark was an amazing fan, but an even better father, husband & friend, who left a positive impact on so many. I think of you often, Bulls brother. Rest in Peace.