Mark Delayne Menschel

My condolences to the whole Menschel family, and especially to Sharon. I remember the Menschel kids when they were growing up, even though I don’t know any of them as adults. May God’s love and peace surround you during this difficult time.

To the Menschel family, I am so saddened by your loss. May you find comfort in your shared memories of Mark. My heartfelt sympathy.

My deepest sympathies to all. I remember Mark as a student at WFHS. What a nice young man. He was one who liked to sit back and observe then give a crooked smile and give a one liner in response. May you find peace and comfort during this difficult time. RIP, Mark.

He belonged to the outdoors—
not as a visitor, but as kin.
The wind didn’t just pass him by;
it paused, listened, and laughed with him.

He had a gift:
not for long speeches,
but for one-liners that could split a storm.
He’d drop a line so sharp,
you’d still be chuckling three miles down the trail.

He understood something most don’t:
that life isn’t about control,
but about showing up—boots muddy, heart open,
ready to meet whatever comes
with a grin and a good zinger.

He didn’t chase legacy.
He lived it—
in campfire stories,
in the way he made strangers feel like old friends,
in the silence he respected,
and the laughter he sparked.

Now he’s gone,
and the woods feel quieter.
But not empty.
Because every breeze carries his humor,
every sunrise his calm,
and every trail his memory.

We mourn, yes.
But we also smile—
because he taught us that even in loss,
there’s room for laughter.
And that’s no small thing.

Farewell, brother.
You were the kind of man
who made the world feel a little more like home.

Thank you Mark for always being so kind to our family. You will be missed.