Full Name: Mark Kendall Bingham
Born: May 22, 1970 in Phoenix, Arizona
He lived his life in Miami, Florida, and Riverside, Redlands, Monterey, Los Gatos, Albany, Berkeley, Oakland, amd San Francisco, California. He last resided in New York City.
His life was cut short by tragedy aboard flight #93 on September 11th, 2001.
Mark was the CEO of The Bingham Group, a public
relations firm with offices in San Francisco and New
York. He graduated from the University of California,
Berkeley, in 1993.
In 1991 and 1993 he helped the University of California earn
national titles in rugby. Jack Clark, the coach of the rugby team,
said "He marched to his own beat. This guy was anything but a
follower. I don't know if we'll ever know what happened in that
airplane, but it would not surprise me that Mark would resist."
A few years ago, the six-foot-five Bingham wrestled a gun from a
mugger's hand late at night on a San Francisco street. In July
he was carried on the horns of a bull in Pamplona.
Mr. Bingham's uncle, Linden Hogland, said, "Our family figured it out this way. His personality is so
obstreperous and irrepressible. You couldn't hold him back. We're sure that after the phone call
there was a real struggle, a physical confrontation."
The Mark I Knew
Tuesday, the world lost a unique and wonderful man. I also suffered a very
personal loss, as Mark and I were together for six years.
Before I tell the world what I knew about Mark, I first want to thank
everyone for all of their heartfelt emails and phone calls. Secondly I want
to thank Alice Hoglan for having raised such a wonderful man. Alice's
strength and love through this ordeal have been an inspiration to us all. The rest of Mark's family helped make him the wonderful man he was. My
prayers and love are for Mark's Grandma, Grandpa, Vaughn, Kathy, Candy, Lee,
and Lynn. Finally I want to thank some of Mark's closest friends who have
made this terrible tragedy more bearable with their support and love,
especially Dave, Kim, Todd, Amanda, Damon, Cam, Paul, Mike, Mike and Mike.
A friend told me you can measure the amount of love one has based on the
depth of grief - I could not have loved anyone more than I loved Mark Bingham
and am grieving terribly, as we all are. I will miss him terribly. Words
cannot fully express the depth of my sorrow and loss. I know I am not alone
in this grief, as Mark touched so many people, from those he met only once to
those who knew him for years and of course his family.
Please help me, Mark's family, friends and all who knew him by celebrating
his life. Mark would want it that way. Mark would want us to dwell on the
positive and that is what I will try to do now, to shed some very personal
light into the life of this wonderful man.
As some of you knew, Mark and I had a very private relationship. We were
very much in love and as close to soul mates as I think either of us got. We
definitely shared an incredibly intense and wonderful bond - not better, but
different than bonds of friendship or family. Our bond was based on mutual
respect and the selection of another person you seriously consider spending
the rest of your life with. We shared many, many special and private
thoughts throughout the years. We were very different in many ways yet so
similar in others. My position in Mark's life is unique. Mark's mother told
me in the last few days that I was a driving force in Mark's life and had a
lot to do in helping him become the man he was. I am honored by that
Recently, Mark and I spent a very long evening (actually until five o'clock
in the morning, in classic Mark style) in Manhattan, discussing the two of
us, the world and life. We both came away from that long evening feeling
great about ourselves and our futures. I recall using the words "pride" and
"happiness" in my association with Mark that night. I was so proud of where
he was in life. He was doing exactly what he wanted with his life, having
set up a very successful business he was now looking forward to a freer
period of traveling and enjoying life. Mark was very happy. Everyone should
remember this -- Mark was happy, doing exactly the things he wanted and
living his life tothe fullest, as he always did. He had achieved things in
31 years that many people never achieve in a much longer lifetime.
With that unique perspective and the insight gained from living with this
wonderful man for a large part of his adult life, I offer you some insights
into his beauty and vitality.
A few of the words that best describe him and always will... I hope they evoke
images of Mark for you as well
Mark was a complex, multifaceted man
When I met Mark he was a youthful 23, just out of Cal, living in the "shed"
on John Street in Rockridge. During the past decade he grew into a mature,
powerful man with his own business and the bi-coastal lifestyle he sought.
We spent our years together living life to the fullest. We of course went to
lots of sporting events, including Cal Basketball. We traveled a lot (all
over France -- Paris, Bordeaux, Brittany, Provence, Cote d'Azur, Dordogne,
Alsace, elsewhere in Europe and Asia and throughout the US), spending a lot
of time in New York and Paris.
Mark and I both love good food and wine -- Through our relationship we worked
hard at honing our eating and drinking skills. Someone told me when we first
met, Mark's idea of a meal was to put all the leftovers in a blender and make
a leftover shake. I know the first meal he made for me was a microwaved
hotpocket, microwaved with all of the love in the world of course. But, for
those of you that knew Mark's fondness for good wine and food you know he
came a long way from hotpockets and drinking leftover shakes. Mark
considered himself to be a true gourmand and able to challenge me on
subtleties of a fine foie gras or challenge Jeff Staimen to ranking vintage
Bordeaux's of sauternes. Mark came to appreciate good food and wine as he
did all of life's gifts. He enjoyed them to the fullest.
Besides all of the exciting travel and events, we spent a lot of quality time
together talking about life. We each learned so much from each other and
grew into the people we were in large part because of each other.
The following are some words that begin to describe this wonderful man, Mark
I will miss Mark each day of the rest of my life. He is one of the finest
men to come before us. I hate what has happened, but I believe it was God's
will and Mark's destiny to go out this way, as the hero he was to those who
knew him before and the hero he is now to the whole world.
Please join me in toasting Mark - the vibrant, gregarious, carefree, full of
life, feisty, fun loving, spirited, humorous, hard working, competitive,
kind, playful, smiling, loyal and protective hero to us all. Thank you Mark
for being you.
God Bless Mark, his family, friends and the country he gave his life for. We
are all better for having known him.
In closing, I want to include short letter directly to Mark...
We spent six wonderful years living and growing together. We developed a
special bond that will never die. Recently, we were lucky enough to enjoy a
long, wonderful evening together in New York that put us both at peace. I'm
so proud and glad to have known you --You will always be in my heart.
Love, your Petit Oiseau.