We are deeply sorry for your loss - the staff at Prata-Gallogly Funeral Home
It is with great sorrow we relay the passing of a true Titan, Mark Verle Morehead. Mark (Uncle Bubba) was born on Halloween 1962 and passed away May 3, 2022 in Melbourne, FL. Mark passed from complications of PTSD and life choices.
Mark leaves behind his dedicated wife, Saint Caryn Morehead, two fabulous sons who he loved more than life, Mason James and Cole Aristides Morehead of Rehoboth, MA, his beloved dog Kiwi, his mother Shirlee Lombardo, brothers Jim (Cindy) Morehead, Scott (Jill) Morehead, sister Shellee Morehead (Dave), nieces and nephews, Gunnar and Mackenzie Morehead, Arriana Ritchotte, and Ethan and Bo Swanson. Mark is preceded in death by his father James B. Morehead and brother Jeffrey Paul Morehead.
Mark proudly served in the US Air Force, but most loved his time working on and around the USS Saratoga. Mark loved to fight, fornicate, fish and hunt the order of which was only dictated by the time of day and the weather. Finding Mark could be difficult if you didn’t know where to look, at a fishing hole, surfing at Narragansett beach, on the back of Cat, or a strip club.
When you look in the dictionary for the definition of “Crazy Uncle” you will forever see Mark’s picture. During Mark’s retirement everyday was Saturday, Hawaiian shirt day or worse, a sarong or as my family called them “So Wrong”, where hiding his ever present 45 or 9 mm was a fashion statement. Uncle Bubba cherished his face time with his nephews Ethan and Bo Swanson and never-ending phone conversations with Gunnar and Kenzie, and surfing with his boys and Delaney all of whom had to go through hours of behavioral therapy after the outings and conversations. When his mobility faded, he watched white trash daytime TV to confirm “he wasn’t the father”.
Mark hid his intelligence, kindness and love behind a lot of bravado, but those that knew him saw through his bullshit and loved him all the more. There is no one you wanted on your side more than Mark in a fight, as a fishing buddy, as hunting partner (if you could stand being shown up all the time) or a brother.
Mark leaves behind many friends and loved ones and not so loved ones. Mark never met a stranger, wore his heart on his sleeve, could love more than a Labrador Retriever, was more stubborn than a wild bull, could be your best friend in the morning and most reviled enemy that night only to start the same process in the morning. You never had to ask his opinion because he always let you know what he thought, and he had an opinion about everything. Mark, like all of us had his regrets in the end but for good or bad Mark truly did it “his way.”
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived, a life that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through, without exemption
Yes, there were times
I'm sure you knew
When I bit off, more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way
Lyrics by Paul Anka, song by Old Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra.
Relatives and friends are invited to attend a visitation on Tuesday, June 21, 2022 from 9:00-10:00 a.m. in St. Joseph Church, 854 Providence Street, West Warwick, followed by a Mass of Christina Burial at 10:00 a.m. in the church. Immediately following the Mass, military honors will be conducted. Interment will be private.
In lieu of flowers please make donations to US Veterans PTSD charity of your choice.
Obituary by Scott Morehead