Loeffler
Mark G.
Age 56
Passed away November 6, 2018
Preceded in death by parents Herb & Pauline. Survived by children Jackie, Herbert (Jessica); siblings Frank, Sandy Oscarson (Alan), Jody Oscarson (Roy), Julie Flynn (Glen), Shirley Gibbons. Memorial Gathering Saturday (11/10) 5 - 8 PM at SANDBERG FUNERAL HOME, 2593 E. 7th Ave., North St. Paul.
Throughout his life, many of Dad’s happiest moments were spent between a set of nets. As a child, he discovered a love of hockey and soccer. But this love didn’t stop as he entered adulthood: The joy, lessons, and value sports provided on and off the field stuck with him as he went from player to coach. Dad volunteered his time to coach us both through our childhoods and even continued on for years after we were grown. We saw first-hand how his passion and love of the game could impact the lives of so many, that we followed in his footsteps to pay it forward to another generation of soccer lovers.
When he wasn’t cheering us on (both on and off the field or rink), he enjoyed and took pride in his work in the food industry, where he spent more than 30 years. He traveled the country to attend food shows, creating precious memories and building lifelong friendships he cherished very deeply. He loved his work so much that he rarely took time off — and when he did, it was often to spend time perfecting his green thumb in his beloved garden. And if he wasn’t spending time with us, working, or gardening, we could always finding him cheering on all of his favorite Minnesota sports teams: Wild, Vikings, Twins, or the Gophers.
Dad was born on March 5, 1962 in St. Paul, Minnesota. He grew up in North St. Paul and with his parents, Herb and Pauline, and five siblings, Frank, Sandy, Jody, Julie, and Shirley. He was married for 23 years to our mother, Brenda, and enjoyed so many family gatherings and memories with eight nieces and nephews, Jenny, Matt, AJ, Luke, Brittany, Ryan, Adam, and Jake.
Thank you for everything. You will forever be our big teddy bear and we will always remember you — especially when we’re between the nets. We love you Dad, Daddy, Daddio!
J and H