Mark, I loved you like a brother. For the 5 years we were joined at the hip at the Peter Pitchess Honor
Rancho, herding inmates for LA County, we learned much about God, marriage, children, inmates, fishing,
camping and being friends.
We were the closest of friends. I can't imagine ever finding another friend like you, save Christ Himself.
When you moved from 5 doors down in Lancaster, CA to Boise ID, I cried for the distance now between
me and my best buddy.
We talked on the phone numerous times and also by e-mail. When I was going through the most terrifying
experience in my life, you called with words of encouragement. You did not forsake our friendship no
matter what circumstances were.
When Cheryl called that morning saying the Lord had taken you home, I cried. It was Saturday morning.
Sunday in church Jill and I both cried, unable to grasp you death.
It wasn't until I went to your funeral that I could wrap my mind around the reality of your passing. Not until
I saw you lying still, stately in your uniform, motionless . . . at rest, at peace with God, could I finally accept
what had happened.
During your funeral procession I saw the people of Boise lining the streets. Saluting, crying, honoring their
fallen hero--my new hero, too. And, although, I wept sorely most of the way to your grave, I had to say,
about your choice of people to give your life for, that you had made a good one. These were people worth
dying for.
I miss you Mark. I'll see you in heaven. I love you, man.
John Olivas
