Remembering Mark

We can't come to Interlochen without thinking of Mark. Our lives at Interlochen started with him coming here as an Intermediate boarding camper. Six years later, some of our best life experiences as individuals and as a family have happened here, and although Mark isn't physically with us this summer, the spirit of Mark is found everywhere.

Last week, the girls and I headed into the Scholarshop, looking for fun musician pins that the girls can wear. While we didn't find the pins, we DID find a very familiar friend of Mark's: we found DOMO!

The last summer Mark was here at Interlochen as a camper, he knitted a behemoth DOMO in his "spare" time (this was also the summer he knit-bombed the Corson bears). While he couldn't take DOMO with him to Russia, DOMO continues to hold court in Mark's bedroom at home, serving as a pillow for Glo's head while playing HALO, or cushioning Ranger's bony body during a nap.

Imagine our surprise when we found DOMO in the Scholarshop! Little know fact: DOMO plays the french horn, and when we discovered him, he was perusing the french horn repertoire. In fact, he was pulling out the Strauss horn concerto, the very concerto that Mark used in his college auditions!

I can hardly wait for Mark to return to Interlochen. Perhaps he and DOMO can play some fun horn duets together :-)

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