Mark Wallace Jones was born on June 14, 1957, to Henry and Mamie Jones. He was the last of 15 children. He passed away on December 24, 2022, in the care of Bella Care Hospice.
Mark last attended Columbus City School. He was a member of Smyrna Missionary Baptist Church.
Mark loved to cook and sing. His favorite song was “It’s Your Time” by Luther Barnes and the Sunset Jubilaires. His favorite saying was” A Lil More Jesus”.
Mark loved his family and would have spent all of his time with them if he could have.
Mark is preceded in death by his parents Henry and Mamie Jones; 4 sisters, Ella M. Jones, Henrietta Acklin, Irene Layne and Linda Jones; brother, Albert Jones, Leroy Jones, Johnny Jones and one granddaughter, Ahmira Tillman.
Mark leaves to cherish his memories wife Peggy Jones; sons, Mark Jones and Marcus Jones; daughters, Victoria Jones and Ikeshia Jones; grandchildren, Alashia Jones, Kaya Jones, Kai Jones and King Stafford; brothers, Henry Jones, Essic Jones, Charles Jones; sisters, Alberta Mathews, Brenda Paige and Margaret Jones; sister-in-law, Evelyn Jones, a very special caregiver, niece, Bernadette Jones as well as many nieces, nephews and others he raised as his own.
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To the Jones family: I’m offering my condolences the entire family. I’ll be praying for you during your bereavement.
MY SINCERE PRAYERS GO OUT TO YOU Peggy and entire Jones Family’s..
Although I’m not blood family, I had thee up most definitely respect for Uncle Mark I have memories with Betta picking him up and helping with him in church.
I can’t express the heart felt of his (Uncle Mark W Jones) departure.
His transition from earth to a better place, he’s not dead just resting. A shell was left behind when he accepted his calling from Thy Lord.
He always wanted his family to be around him, he loved and judge not unconditionally.
Betta his blood niece Took Care of him until the very end of life here on earth.
No matter what you did or how you were Uncle Mark I seen in you what I haven’t seen in many others.
RIP, you will never be forgotten nor unloved by me.
I wish you could have stayed a while longer, but Jesus knew all about you from the beginning of your time in your mother’s womb until your departure.
There was a leak in your building and your soul had to move. I love you Uncle Mark when you were here and even now.
The suffering pain and everything else is done and over.