To Mark Mercer, March 2012

So dad... lets see... it's been 14 years here in a handful of days... this past year... this past year I can't really say much has happened. Barney Fife (Dallard Tackett) was sentenced to 10 years in prison for stealing from the state... he plead guilty. I was set to move away to Pennsylvania up until yesterday however that seems to have gone away.
The truck is back up and running and as of this evening it will be my primary vehicle again. The gas tank on it was leaking, well at the fuel pump bracket. See the fuel pump bracket has a foot or two of fuel line coming off of it and it was very rusted. I replaced the fuel pump bracket, the fuel pump bracket gasket, fuel pump and the fuel pump strainer. New tires also went on. I need to replace the upper ball joints, front rotors and front break pads soon too.
Mom had thyroid cancer, they removed the thyroid and all appears to be well. Me and Bill got in a physical altercation a few weeks ago... I choked him, after I released him he in turn shoved me... I left and alter that night things were calm again.
I can't say there is anything really new. The country is still falling apart, I still don't have a woman and haven't passed on the genetic line. I still miss you. I don't have any new firearms but I did sell the 2 SKS. I still work at FedEx clearning international freight through customs. Tomorrow I"m going to go sign up at a gym again in yet another attempt at trying to get 60-80lbs off... I'm still fat. If I do get the weight down, I believe I'll start wearing a low profile kevlar vest around... just because this world is getting a little crazy. That is all I really have this year.
I love you and miss you dad,

Your son: Ryan Carl Mercer.





Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.


In Loving Memory of
Mark A. Mercer
Date of Birth
January 24, 1953
Indianapolis, IN
Date of death
March 11, 1998
Indianapolis, IN
Funeral Services
10:00a.m. Saturday
March 14th, 1998
Speedway Unitd Methodist Church
Rev. Chester A. Mayflower
Floral Park West Cemetary
Indianapolis, IN