Obituary of Mark S. Shaw
March 12, 1966 – July 20, 2021
Mark S. Shaw. Age 55 of Detroit.
Beloved husband of Sherry Shaw. Loving father of Matthew Sparks, Steven Shaw, David Shaw, Kristi Shaw, Mark (Alicia) Shaw Jr., Chelsea Shaw and Mariah Shaw. Dearest grandfather of Trace.
Mark would be the first to offer his help to family and friends, and if it was something he couldn’t do himself he would find someone to do it. He loved his family, fishing, sports (all sports although mostly the Red Wings, Tigers, and Michigan football), loud classic rock music, food (those darn banana splits), cars, tinkering with random projects and most definitely his lottery. He loved his job and his “Ford” family. He was one of the hardest workers we knew and could often be found passed out sleeping in his car after he got home. He was so thankful he had a good job to support his family.
He was very proud of all his kids and grandson. Mark bragged about them to anyone who would listen. His favorite saying was, “ I have the best kids.” He was a stubborn but a very loving husband, often not going anywhere without his wife, saying instead, “I’ll go if you come with me.” Thirty-one years weathering all that life has to offer together in every way. Loving the Bonnie to his Clyde. “More than you know,” as he’d say while shaking his head and looking away.
He had a sarcastic sense of humor, you had to truly know him to understand. If you needed someone to talk to or if he was within ear-shot of a conversation, he would give his advice. We knew to be prepared for a long conversation because goodness that man could talk for hours. He loved growing his, “tomato plants,” something he would tell the kids growing up. As they got older they knew Dad told a fib and his, “plants,” were something else entirely.
He was a wonderful husband, father, and papa. We always knew we could count on him through any problem, big or small, because he would move heaven and earth to make sure we were okay and we would do the same for him. He was very, very, very, loved and he will be forever, until our dying breath, missed.