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Marc Nathan Schoonover
August 23, 1979 ~ May 29, 2023 (age 43) 43 Years Old
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Marc was born on August 23, 1979 in Loma Linda, CA to Cliff and Sharon Schoonover. He was the second twin born, we always treated him like our youngest brother even though the age gap between him and Eric was measured in minutes. In total he had three brothers although we wouldn't meet our oldest brother Jeff until much later in life. The twins were the center of attention always, you couldn't help but be drawn in by them. "The boys" were their nickname in the family. Early on "The Boys" drove mom and dad crazy getting into everything as toddlers. Marc in particular was fond of finishing his spaghetti, then quickly putting the bowl on his head and laughing hysterically when mom and dad had to clean the mess up. Mom and Dad eventually put a stop to the shenanigans but for a while it seemed like The Boys were going to send them both the the nuthouse.
He was a kind, caring and funny kid. He stood apart from us in some interests, he didn't like to play sports for instance, but we found ways to have fun together. As we got older, our interests diverged further but we could always find things to share with one another and most importantly laugh about together.
Humorous and authentic are how I would describe his personality. He was genuine, unique and never afraid to say what was on his mind. This enabled him to build long lasting connections with people from all walks of life.
Family was always important and he enjoyed being around everyone, it never felt like a complete family event if Marc wasn't there.
Marc grew up and started his adult life with goals, dreams and married those with hard work to get what he wanted. He went to college, worked full time and also earned his real estate license before he turned 21. Everything seemed to be heading in the right direction for him. This was around the time where he was introduced to drinking and various drugs. At first, it seemed like a phase, filling the awkwardness of adolescence, but over time it became something else entirely. It changed him, hardened and embittered him, he became a shell of the person we all knew at the end. This different side of Marc forced each of us over time to lessen or stop entirely the amount of time we spent with him.
The addiction he faced took everything in the end; along the way, tragically, it eroded the kind, dedicated, motivated and composed young man I admired once upon a time. No doubt all of us hope that he has now found a measure of peace that eluded him for so long. Nothing would be more satisfying than to know that our little brother was beyond the pain and unhappiness, basking in the warmth and love he deserved in a better place than this world offered.