Mark Maas was the kind of man who left a mark on every single person he crossed paths with, and that's not just a play on his name. That was simply who he was. Born on July 19, 1977, Mark lived 41 years that were anything but ordinary.
Mark Maas was the kind of man who left a mark on every single person he crossed paths with, and that's not just a play on his name. That was simply who he was. Born on July 19, 1977, Mark lived 41 years that were anything but ordinary. He was a crazy hard worker, the kind of guy who never cut corners and never made excuses. He provided for his family like it was the only thing that mattered, because to him, it was. He was a great husband, a great father, and a great friend, and he didn't do any of those things halfway.
Mark had a heart that was bigger than he probably ever let on. If you needed him, he was there. No hesitation. No questions. He just showed up. That's rare, and everyone who knew him understood how rare it was. And if you knew Mark, you knew the man was funny. Not polite-laugh funny. Genuinely, painfully, bust-on-you-until-you-couldn't-breathe funny. He had a fantastic sense of humor and a wit that could catch you off guard at any moment.
He was a realist, never fake, never putting on a front. What you saw with Mark was what you got, and what you got was an all-around genuine great person. If we're being honest, Mark only had one real flaw: he was a New York Jets fan. And he wore that proudly, which honestly just proves how loyal the man was. If he could stick with the Jets, imagine what he'd do for the people he loved.
“Once someone's soul has touched ours, they are with us forever.”
In these hectic and chaotic lives of ours, people come and go. But every now and then, there are those special individuals who leave an everlasting impression. We never stop to think that when they leave our homes, our favorite bar, our jobs, or even a conversation in a private message, it could be the last time. We never stop to think that a simple goodbye can be forever. But that doesn't mean that person, or their aura, ever leaves us. Once someone's soul has touched ours, they are with us forever. We can never entirely understand the hurt and the void it causes when they are not here anymore. But even in death, they follow us like shadows, until we will most certainly see one another again.
Mark Maas left a mark on several hearts, and the Brevard County community felt his loss deeply. He was loved by so many people, and his memory continues to live in every life he touched. Rest easy, Big Homie. You lived. You loved. You laughed. And you are missed beyond measure until we meet again.
