Mark D. Walls Sr.

When I first met Mark was back in 1998, he worked hard for the town he called home. He also volunteered his other time  after work as a Firefighter/EMT with Rock Hall Volunteer Fire Company. When I first met Mark the station was still downtown and he drove the gray Monte Carlo. After I left we lost connection for some years, I so wish we would have those years back. In 2016 we found each other on Facebook, and it was like we never left each other's life. Texting about the old times about his kid's all grown up and married, college and military. Mark smiled ear to ear talking about his boys and when it came to his granddaughter's his smile was even bigger. I asked him a couple days after that conversation what he was doing, still working for the town? He responded "No, haven't worked for them in long time." Then Mark took me down the memory lane of car's, jobs, girlfriends and who he was married to currently. I could talk to that man from sun up to sun down and never run out of things to talk about. Then that sad day came when Mark would message me, "My wife passed away this morning, I had to do CPR on her, she was fine last night when I checked on her before I went to bed". My friend needed a shoulder to cry on and I was there for him to help him through the process. While I was helping him sort through thing's from Theresa passing away and helping him open up about everything we started talking. Then when I took Mark to lunch in late July we went to the hotspot in Rock Hall "Ford's" where I met his friends. When we were leaving his friends looked at me and said "Thank you for bringing his smile back". Well little did I know at that time I would bring alot more back then just his smile. Mark started laughing again, he had his pep in his step again, wanted to get out and about. In August is when we knew that the feelings we had for each other in 1998 were still there and starting to reach the surface. We would talk all night long about anything, he was there for me when I lost my Mamaw, I went to his son's wedding, we met for lunch, dinner or just parked by the water and talked. I loved him, he loved me and we even talked about marriage in 2020. However, life has other plans and "My Small Town Boy" went to heaven and became a angel....😭

Mark Daniel Walls

June 7,1963 - April 27, 2019

ROCK HALL - Mr. Mark Daniel Walls Sr., 55, of Rock Hall passed away on Saturday, April 27, 2019 at his home. Mark was born June 7, 1963 in Chestertown. He was the son of the late Virginia McGregor (Embert) and Daniel Walls. Mark graduated in 1981 from Kent County High School. After high school, he joined the National Guard. He was a school bus driver for Kent County, and then spent the majority of his life as a mechanic. Mark enjoyed all types of music but older rock was his favorite, NASCAR, especially Dale Earnhart Sr., animals, cars, he was a die-hard Redskins fan and absolutely loved his dog Chloe. Mark had the biggest heart and had a laugh that was contagious and if you were lucky enough to know Mark, he most likely called you "hun." Mark also participated in 4-H in his younger years and was a past president of the Rock Hall Volunteer Fire Company and continued to be a member. Mark is predeceased by his wife, Teresa Walls; they married in 2014. He is survived by three siblings: Lavonne Doehring of Middle River, Eric Walls and his wife Carmen of Orlando, Fla., and Danna Wallis of New Port Richey, Fla.; his four children: Mark D. Walls Jr. and his wife Lauren Walls of Rock Hall, Gunner Walls (Heather Nordhoff) of Rock Hall, Zackary Walls and his wife Sarah Walls of Rock Hall and Luke Walls of Venice, Fla.; three grandchildren: Audrianna Walls, Kassidy Walls and a baby boy on the way whom he was ecstatic to meet; as well as five nieces and nephews.

"Rest Easy My Small Town Boy"

"The Last Call"

By: Denise Hughes

The last call destroyed my world....

The last call sounded like you will be there tomorrow. Just one last call/text turned into gone forever.

The last call lead to your son calling me and telling me that you were gone, that you didn't even make it to work. I threw my phone across the room and screamed. It led me explaining to my daughter and son that you're gone.

The last called had me to crying my eyes out and going over our last messages only 12 hours after being told the life altering news. Staring at my phone wondering why, how and it can't be you that their talking about. 

The last call led me to holding your pictures and crying. Kissing your pictures and wondering why you. Asking God why take my Small Town Boy.

The last call put my brain in a fog, heart hurting, body aching and staring at the wall thinking this was a dream. Wanting to wake up and let this nightmare be over with.

The last call led to writing a letter to read at your memorial service in front of your grieving family and friends. I wasn't able to because I was so exhausted and emotional. Hearing them ring the bell for your last call with Rock Hall Volunteer Fire Company killed me inside.

The last call left me going through saved pictures, messages, emails, listening to video chats over and over. Picking out what I will be wearing to your memorial service was the hardest thing for me. 

The last call led me to going through countless pictures from our years of knowing each other, 2 years dating each other from 1998 till 2019 those 21 wonderful years. From your first breath til your last. Making a slideshow trying to fit 21 years into 10 minutes. 

The last call led me to my knees in front of my bed pleading with God to bring you back. Demanding him to rewind time. Yelling if he is so almighty why can’t he bring you back. Staring through a haze saying I'm sorry to your boys, brother and sister I didn't hear your call.

The last call led me, your family and friends to the Rock Hall Volunteer Fire Department in your honor. Where I watched your boys get up there and say beautiful things about you. Watching your brother fight back tears to talk about you, himself and your sister.

The last call left me staring out over the place where you will be laid to rest with your Mom, crying my eyes out wondering why you.

The last call led to me crying myself to sleep and contemplating suicide so I could hold your hand on your way to heaven. 

The last call resulted in months of laying on my couch crying my eyes out and clinging on to anything that reminded me of you. Regretting not hearing my phone go off and getting your call. 

The last call has turned my hair white and added 10 years to my face. It has left me with empty days and dreaded nights. Mornings that turn into evenings with no memory of the day. It has led me on a search for your ghost anywhere and everywhere. 

I'm a heart broken girl who's missing her "Small Town Boy"  because I loved him so very much. 

This took a lot out of me physically, mentally and emotionally. If it can open one persons eyes, making them see life can change with just one last call I've done what I wanted to do. Make sure you tell those you love how important they are to you and how much you love them. If you are reading this and are thinking about someone you loss, please know you are loved and there is help for a broken heart 💔