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In Memoriam : Mark Murray
Mark E. Murray - age: 67
(October 11, 1948 to October 14, 2015
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Resident of
Dayton, Maine
Visitation Information:
In lieu of flowers, please make contributions to The Skye Murray Educational Fund c/o Saco Valley Credit Union, P. O. Box 740, Saco, ME 04072. A celebration of Mark’s life will be held on Sunday, November 1, 2015 at 1:00 at First Parish Congregational Church of Saco UCC, 12 Beach Street, Saco, Maine. Later in 2016, a celebration of Mark’s life will be held at Duquesne University, in Pittsburgh, PA. Dennett, Craig & Pate Funeral Home, Saco is in charge of the arrangements. For those wishing to post condolences please go to www.DCPate.com .
Obituary:
On October 14, 2015 Mark E Murray of Dayton discovered the unknown. Mark lived in Dayton with his wife Donna Murray and their eighteen year old daughter Skye Murray. In addition to Donna and Skye, Mark is survived by his parents Joseph and Betty Murray, both of Pittsburgh PA. He has two older adult children, Kelly Duffy of Georgetown MA and Adin Murray of Gloucester MA. He also leaves two sisters, Mary Beth Calorie and Cindy Murray, both of Pittsburgh PA. Also missing Mark will be his three grandchildren, Annalisa, Brynn and Hazel, as well as nephew Seth and nieces Samantha, Rachel, Alaina and Sarah.
Mark’s life was a bit of an odyssey. He was born in Pittsburgh PA on October 11, 1948. At the age of 25, he moved to the Cape Ann area of Massachusetts. Then at age of 46 he made Dayton, ME his home. Mark’s Pittsburgh roots have always remained strong, but the allure of the Massachusetts and Maine coastlines captured his heart. There was nothing more joyous for Mark than spending time where the anchor of the coastline met the energy of the ocean. Being in, on, or near the ocean vitalized his spirit.
Nurturing the seeds of growth in all who touched Mark’s life was Mark’s life sustaining vision. He was lucky to be able to do this throughout his career in many fascinating jobs. Central and vital to each job was always the opportunity to listen and educate, no matter the setting or the context. Whether working as a school counselor in both Maine and Massachusetts or traveling the world as a trainer and consultant for Project Adventure Inc., this “nurturing” precept always drove his actions.
If there is anything that defines Mark’s life, it is his parenting longevity. Early in his life he became a parent, and later in his life he also once again became a parent. Always striving to be the best parent he could possibly be dominated both his thoughts and actions. He was not the perfect father by any means, but was always wishing to reach that goal.
As you may discern, there indeed is a legacy that Mark hopes will live in the hearts and minds of those who know him. It is both a simple yet powerful legacy and that is: I have been changed for Good because of knowing Mark.
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Mary Beth Calorie - October 18, 2015 Contact this person
"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." You, big brother, are an inspiration on the art of living. The struggle of the the last 10 months you handled with dignity and resilience always caring for your family first. Living the words of Henri Nouwen's prayer..."Dear God... as I try to keep my hands open I trust that you will put your hand in mine and lead me home." I am so happy the suffering is over and that you are finally home! Love, your sister, Mar
Kathleen SCHNEIDER - October 20, 2015 Contact this person
To the extended Murray family in Pgh., Chuck and I wanted you to know that we are holding you all in our thoughts. The world is a much better place for his being here.
John Safranek - December 26, 2022 Contact this person
I remember with great fondness the Advanced Adventure Base counseling course you taught many years ago for PA. We had just finished an early portion of the course where you took us out on the water of the North Atlantic and we had to practice capsizing the boats on purpose. The water was freezing cold. After we were all satisfied that we could perform the drill satisfactorily we rowed back to shore to the small dock and began to get our frigid bodies out of the boats. We were soaking wet. Many of the participants began complaining about how cold the water was and how they hope they would never have to do that drill in real life. I looked at you and you looked at me and we both had this curious smile. Then you and hugged each other and both fell back into the water off the dock. I never felt more alive. Rest in peace Mark. And thank you for teaching me things that are impossible to teach.
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