Birth date: Jul 24, 1962 Death date: Jan 7, 2025
MARK ALAN YOUNG, 62, of Loudoun County, Virginia, sadly passed away on January 7, 2025. Mark was born on July 24, 1962, in Akron,Ohio. His parents, Kenneth Alan Young and Maryellen Steiger Young Hanis predeceased him. He is survi Read Obituary
If he were here, he’d probably tell us to quit crying, pour a drink, and fire up the barbecue. While our hearts ache with loss, let’s honor him the way he’d want—by remembering the laughter, the adventures, and the incredible man he was.
Mark had a way of being there—always. Whether he was teaching CPR, dropping everything to build a handrail for Bruce, shoveling snow for neighbors or caring for our dad with compassion, he showed his love through action. He was the guy you could count on, no matter what.
Some of my favorite memories with Mark are from our camping trips, where we played fierce—often ridiculous—games of drunken spoons. And then there was that ill-fated winter drive to the mountains, where we found ourselves sliding off the road. While I was gripping the wheel in panic, Mark and our dog were in the backseat, screaming and clutching each other for dear life. It’s moments like those that remind me just how much he filled this world with humor and heart.
Mark took great joy in making barbecue, and I swear you could taste the love in every bite. He loved riding his Harley. I like to think that right now, he’s riding a celestial highway, wind in his face, free from pain at last.
I miss hearing him say, “Hey, Sis.” I miss knowing he’s just a call away. But I’m grateful—grateful that he’s no longer suffering, grateful that he left us with so many memories, and grateful to have had a brother like him.
Mark wouldn’t want us to sit here in sorrow. He’d want us to raise a glass, tell stories, and remember him with joy. So let’s do just that—let’s celebrate the incredible, irreplaceable, one-of-a-kind man that was my brother.
Ride free, Mark. We’ll miss you always.
Mark and I was in the same training class for Loudoun County Public Schools. We laughed and joked as we went through the training then we became friends. When he changed positions we weren't able to see each other that much anymore but we kept in contact by phone. I worked last summer with him and he was just as funny as always. We caught up on what each of us were doing at that time. I filled him in on my new job and as a sub-driver with LCPS. I loved his sense of humor and his respect for other people. It was destiny for us to become friends. We both loved our pets. I know he is walking in the land of gold. I will miss you my friend. Wanda
I worked with Mark at ADT at Dulles Airport…I remember when he bought his first motorcycle….we all thought he was gonna kill himself on the darn thing…then he upgraded. He loved riding his motorcycle…he said it was the way he could feel free and not stuck in a car going down the highway. I’m sure he’s probably riding his motorcycle right now in his new life.
