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On your birthday I share this recent story from your friend and mine (and our fellow aquarian) Ann Bernard Berger Lightfoot she-may-as-well-be-a-Rollins: "I was on the UWS last week and glanced out the window and there by the fence around the Natural History Museum was Mark's doppelganger. I swear

Thinking of you on what would have been your 60th. The love and loss never diminishes...

I just attended our 40th high school reunion last weekend (10/12/19) and learned of Mark’s passing. I don’t want to believe or accept it. Shocked!! I was hoping to give him a hard time as if we never lost our hs sense of humor. Two attributes I associate the most with Mark - strength and charisma.

Observing this day, Monday February 12, 2018, Mark's actual birthdate, and why we celebrated his life this particular weekend, in our most-loved place, skiing and actually stopping in at the bierhall we usually haven't the time for. Let everybody likewise today find themselves in a moment of joy an

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I'm still trying to figure out if I first met Mark in '72 or '75....so let's just say it was a long time ago. I was visiting my cousins over those summers in Northbrook, IL, and their house on Woodbine Ave. was just two doors down from the Rollins family. I got to know Mark, Pete, and John through v

I don't remember when I didn't know Mark. We were all sort of thrown together as kids by virtue of a mutual aunt and uncle. I'm sure my ten year old self thought "I'm not REALLY related to him so I could marry him one day". But that was never who we were. We were friends through every phase of our l

My husband Fraser and I were a year ahead of Mark at Stanford GSB. Through our shared enthusiasm for cross-country running we three became friends. In the spring of 1988, Mark, Fraser, our friend Catherine (Stanford Law School '89) and I traveled together to the majestic redwoods of Northern Calif

This is my third attempt today, and I realized after seeing Marybeth today that I could write chapters about the arc of our lives together. And every time I try and put something down, I fail. He was just so special to me and my boys that words get jumbled and meaning drops off, and I have to stop.

While replying to Margaret Lourenco’s post, a separate track comes to mind, and so to clarify: Mark and I parked in the car at the bridge crossing Dundee Rd. from N-brook into Wheeling, Wheeling side, facing east. Stopped there cuz XRT’s playing Pink Floyd Comfortably Numb, kismet for us to exper

Mark was a close friend at Stanford. If I'm honest, I was probably a little in love with him for most of that time. We met August 1987 before classes officially started--both of us in the remedial "remember your math" pre-class class the GSB offered to us non quant types. We did a lot of things to

I remember seeing Mark for the first time on the football practice field of Loyola Academy. I was instantly floored by his good looks; I can't remember knowing anyone who was blessed with better looks than him. He was a year younger, and he was a very gifted athlete. He was a hitter, as well as fine

I've started this post so many times and just start crying...I had the distinct pleasure of growing up with Mark; we attended St. Norbert & Loyola together and while we drifted apart after high school I was so pleased to reconnect through Facebook. I have only good memories of Mark; the first time

every year i played in a charity softball tournament in central park. for those of you around the first weekend in june, it is a pretty great event over near sheep meadow. there are about 60 teams from across the country playing to raise money for brain tumor research. living in Minnesota, this was

Brothers and Sisters, Newly curating the Rollins Family Album Collection, Eat a Peach, of all things, pops up first, pristine as the day it was pressed 40 years ago, ringing loud and true today as ever. John and I easily attribute its purchase to Mark, in that way that he was always contributing

I’ve wanted to send a post for a long time now. Where are you Mark? You are everywhere. While your body is gone, your soul is not. We miss you, but we have your memory—and lots of them. Mark was a dear close friend to us all. What I didn’t know was how much he struggled later in his life with bi

What I wouldn't give to celebrate with you today. There isn't a day I don't miss you... Music is still the tie that binds us to each other and to you. And so for you, your birthday playlist is over on the playlist page. You are loved, cherished and remembered every day.

Jim Barrett here. I just heard about Mark from my younger brother Mike and wanted to say a few things. Even though I moved to New York in 2004, I haven't seen Mark in many years but have a couple of distinct memories from playing football with him at LA. While Mark was certainly the object of affec

I don't know how to post this safely during the PW (post-Weinstein) era so forgive me my sins if I make a mistake. Mark had a problem most men don't have. Mark had women/girls throwing themselves at him from grammar school on. He worked for our family's business. All of our secretaries were women. E

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Mark arrived at our house in Rochester Mn tired, hungry and filthy. He was happy to have a showet and a place to do laundry. We fed him, he had a good night sleep and he was on his way the next morning. Really miss Mark's smile and infectious laugh.

Such sad news! I was planning a Trip to NY for this feb to and trying to touch base with Mark through FB when I came upon the news of his passing. I met Mark when he came to Peru in the mid 80's to do social service in Chimbote, a very poor town in the north part OF Peru. At that time days I was a

Put a Chicago team in the playoffs and Mark became a kid again. He may have voiced his dissatisfaction with pro sports and athletes; but, it only took a chance at a Chicago championship and he was glued to the TV and totally engaged. The Cubs took it all last October and I remember how happy he was.

After a lot of thinking how lucky we were to live next door to such a great family I feel blessed...this is what I learned from all of you....Mr and Mrs Rollins....growing up I looked at you as parents/neighbors I could count on.....Paul...I just remember and know you are such a gentle soul and my P

Thanks Margaret, your “He’s Still Running”, hits on the very core of Mark, INSPIRATION. Starting to descry a commonality among those of us recalling him: That most, and best perhaps, Mark was an INSPIRATION to all fortunate enough to have known him. Remnants of Harvey reigning over the northern

(No, this story does not involve drugs, but bet that got your attention, huh?) It was Christmastime 2006 when Mark asked me what my daughter Claire, then 6, would like for Christmas. The answer was easy (and partly selfish) -- whatever CD's you're listening to now. And so arrived Regina Spektor's

(See More in Photos) Commemorating a long-ago marathon speed-hike with Mark through the roughest of The Adirondacks, rockhopping a place called Avalanche. Three of Mt. Colden’s scars pictured here are from 21st century hurricanes. The weather. When you attempt a mountain, some days the mountain

mark was my best man. he gave a long, and i mean, long wedding toast. our wedding was pretty big. i know they shut the bar down until the toasts were over. so you had a lot of people waiting for Mark's toast to end. and as the toast went on i could hear people becoming more and more restless. but, w

after 12 years of grammar and high school together, mark and i were accepted to harvard. we both interviewed with dan jiggets (a chicago bear that played at harvard). we both were recruited to play football. so, another 4 years with this guy? we were always good friends; but, this was the beginning

I was fortunate to grow up with older brothers who had an unbelievable record collection that I was allowed to access as I wished -- as long I followed very strict guidelines (only hold albums by the edges, dust the albums each and every use, inspect the needle and drop it ever so gently, return the