Marc Anthony Cleeton was born May 2, 1981, in Vancouver, Wash. On March 2, 2014 at Mid-Valley Hospital, he went to be with the angels.
The youngest child of Richard and Nancy Cleeton, he touched the lives of everyone he met. God saw fit to make Marc one of his special angels on Earth. He could not speak as you, nor could he walk as you, but he had a very special mission in the life, one he gave 100 percent to every day we were blessed to have him in our lives.
His favorite people in the world were his parents, Richard and Nancy. They loved him equally in turn. If it was at all in their power and he needed it, they provided it. He knew it and he knew he would always be protected and loved.
Marc and his mom enjoyed many hours fishing together. It did not matter if they caught many fish or not, as long as they were together soaking up the sun. When he was not fishing with his mom, he was walking with his dad.
With his dad’s help he was able to walk in three marathons and numerous races in the Vancouver/Portland area.
If you ever wanted someone to listen to you whole heartedly, Marc was your man. No matter how big or small your problem, he was ready to hear it.
Sometimes he might agree with you and sometimes not. It did not matter that he could not verbalize his answers, you knew how he felt about it.
Sometimes just knowing someone is listening is more helpful than advice you can get.
“Bub,” as he was known to his family and friends, was never to have his own children. He was, however, blessed with many nieces and nephews. He was there when some of them were born.
He loved every opportunity he had to hold them as babies. Many times, he was able to attend various sporting events they were involved in and he would cheer them on in his own way. If at all possible he was there for their birthdays and holidays.
Many were not close enough to do that with, but he was there in spirit and loving them afar.
There were so many things in life Marc did not get to do, but he never seemed to mind. He loved his family and he loved his life. Those who took the time to talk to him or get to know him at all could see it and those who did not missed an opportunity to meet a great man.
He is and always will be missed and loved. He is in Heaven now with his grandparents, Oaklen and Emma Moss, Floyd and Ruby Phillips; and nephew, Quinton Rehmke. Left behind are his parents, Richard and Nancy Cleeton; sister, Susan, and her family, Michael, Zane, Elias and Amara Rehmke; brother, Richard, and his family, Donna, Bryce and Grace Cleeton; brother James and his family, Jake and Kiana Cleeton; sister, Angela, and her family Cheyenne, Andrew and Alexander Cleeton; as well as numerous aunts, uncles and cousins.
Bubba will forever be in our hearts as our child, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, nephew, and cousin, may you rest in peace, until we meet again.