Dr. Mark Alan Little was born on October 26, 1956 to the parents of Jimmie Lee Little Sr. and Sandra Elaine Baggett (Mahan) Mark was called home to be with the passed away on July 18th 2015 after a long battle with his illness. Mark was a loving son, father, grandfather and brother and he will be missed dearly by all that knew him and many that didnt.Mark attended school in Plano and graduated from Texas Chiropractic College in Houston, Texas with his Doctor of Chiropractic Degree. He worked for Jack Baggett Property Management for many years doing property preservation. Mark enjoyed car shows, casino visits, working on cars, buying and remodeling homes and spending time with his loved ones. Mark loved to make people laugh with his quirky remarks and crazy ideas. He found good and made light out of every situation until the very end.Mark is preceded in death by his older brother Jimmie Lee Little Jr. (Butch) and is survived by his father, Jimmie Lee Little Sr and his step-mother Patricia Little, his mother, Sandra Elaine Baggett, his brother Dr. Jeff Little and his wife Angela Little, His step brother Randy May, step brother Don May and his wife Ollie, step brother Steve Wigginton and his wife Roxanne, His son Michael Harrison and his wife Becky, his daughter Tracie Little and her fianc Derrick Lawson, his daughter Amanda Little, his daughter Adrean Little Wilkey and her husband Joseph Wilkey, multiple grandchildren, one great granddaughter, a host of nieces and nephews, and a multitude of cousins.Please send the family condolences and share memories on this website.

Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

And the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other; that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

Somewhere very near,

Just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!