Mark Brunson

Mark Brunson, 59, of Bryan, passed away Tuesday, January 16, 2018 at his home. A Celebration of Life is set for 10:00 am, Sunday, January 28, 2018, at Communinty of Christ Church, FM 2549 Hearne,TX.  Cremation services are in the care of Callaway-Jones Funeral and Cremation Centers of Bryan College Station.


  1. I Love you.

    The Bravest, what makes a Brave?
    Going against the “norm”, perhaps.
    Challenging oppression?
    For an instant, so many, many have stepped up or commenced the challenge.
    One of the Bravest men that G-d has placed in my life for me, (the privilege) to love, my Brother-Mark.
    Surviving through the times of his life that has challenged his very existence and our Freedom.
    When he was just a lad, he met with oppression.
    The love of G-d sustained him, over and over as he became a MAN. G-d was there upon each and every moment in time. G-d is there for him now.
    Thanking him isn’t good enough. Loving him is his passion.
    The Love of G-d accompanies him through his studies and understanding of pursuing a dream.
    As Martin Luther King said: “I have a dream”. My Brother, has a dream also, to be loved-passionately. He desires his spirit and the little boy within to be healed and accepted.
    Crazy Horse- “I have seen the future”.
    Mark grew to Manhood, accepting the challenge even farther. In Service to OUR Country.
    He was sent to a land of our inheritance after Basic. Why? He commenced the challenge as a lad. Clinging to the voice of G-d. Over and Over he accepted the challenge.
    Believing it was G-d’s will.
    Making a decision to not indulge in War.
    He was released due to emotional distress. Now, being denied bene’s and his children too.
    HE IS A BRAVE asking G-d “what do I do now”? Accepting any direction from _____.
    Being Trained by the best, OUR Country. Is the Training valid and valued?
    Some are sustained, why not all? Is the Training Valid?
    HE IS A BRAVE, Comanche, Cherokee, Choctaw, Latino, English, Scottish, Irish and German! The Drum ECHOES. For me, he is the Bravest. HE IS A BRAVE.

  2. Mark was truly a man of God, He was a rock.though we were apart I still loved him and always will. Through the good, the bad and ugly he was there. He is safe in the arms of Jesus now. Love you forever and a day. Rest In Peace. Hope

  3. How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861
    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I love thee to the level of every day’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

    Academy of American Poets:
    How do I Love Thee? Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barret Browning
    75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901
    New York, NY 10038

  4. What does a good Mother look like?
    One that is there for you when you scrape your shin, and bandage it for you?
    One that is there to mend a sprained finger?
    One that is there with the Mentholatum to rub on your chest when you have developed a cold?
    One that is there to clean your room when you won’t.
    One that is there to serve you, encouraging your most desired wishes, or telling you to not do something because it will not be in your best interest?
    One that provides a home within America’s borders, shielding you from war torn poverty and disease so you don’t have to carry a 22 at night to protect yourself or your loved ones?
    One that washes your clothes and provides clothes so that you will not be naked when the winter sets in?
    One that surrounds you with make believe fantasies, such as Charles Schulz’s Peanuts?
    One that loves you unconditionally?
    One that encourages knowledge and stimulates the love of learning, through Travel, Traveling and experiencing live History by way of Historical sites such as the Presidential Museum?
    One that sings “Soft Kitty” when your blue?
    One that picks your spirit up with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek?
    One that tells you, you will find another love?
    One that tells you, that individual that rejected you is an idiot, but, believe me someday there will be another?
    One that takes your butt to Church?
    One that encourages the love of Theatre, Music and Dance?
    One that plays the piano as the Choir surrounds the house with praise?
    One that helps plan Birthday parties, Weddings and Baby Showers?
    One that moves you to another State for your College Career to escalate, so that you may have the opportunity to live life the way you plan for your future?
    One that is there for you through the horrific times and the elation times of your life?
    One that is there by way of skype when your parents have to work overtime or in another country, always keeping you in mind and loving you through the disappointments?
    One that Loves you above all others and would give up their own life, so you might live?
    One that sleeps on the floor next to your bed being very careful not to wake you from an enjoyable slumber?
    Praying to God every day that you will be home when the school bell rings and kissing your face uncontrollably when you show up late? Thanking God for answering the safety prayer?
    One that pays for your Suite in an unfamiliar Hotel when you have cancer not sure if you will live the next morning?
    One that says “I love you” everyday by placing a note in your lunchbox, so you will know just how special you really are, and that God created you to be loved? To be held close, to kneel beside you as you pray before you go to bed at night?
    One that says “I’ll be there for you, whether I am present or far away”, I love you and you are my child.
    One that greatly weeps for you when you die and asking God over and over again, Why?

  5. Mark’s Birth Father:

    Allen Gordon Brunson

    Birth: Feb. 22, 1939
    Death: Mar. 5, 1997


    Hillcrest Cemetery
    Falls County
    Texas, USA

    Created by: Shawn The Grave Hunter
    Record added: Dec 03, 2005
    Find A Grave Memorial# 12597023

  6. Comanche

    Over time the sounds of my people ascend into the night waves.
    As the ocean swirls, the night gives a silence of calmness the quest is enveloped.
    Finding each night thundering through the silence.
    The silence is amplified a thousand times greater than the waves can carry or the thundering expresses.
    My people continue to remind me of a place beyond…
    A strong, brave, people venturing through the centuries unto the silence. The amplification of sound surrounding the atmosphere beckons the call.
    My people’s dreams continue to press forward as the journey through the waves send pleadings of tenderness and mercy.
    They carry the Great Spirit. The Drum echoes, calling all unto her spirit.
    Thank-you Grandfather!

    Comanche: Thank you Quanah Parker for the Treaty of Peace.

  7. mark was my husband until he died. so alone even though we were apart a huge hole in my heart, not be there with others to celebrate his life not his death, mark was one of a kind and i loved him good to the bone. I rember all the good times there were more then bad times, Love and Kisses Mark see you across the veil. meet me as I walk into heaven,

  8. Thinking of you today. You will e we live in my heart. I so wanted your ashes with me but I was not asked if I wanted them even though I was your wife. Love and kisses miss you so much

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