Marc Alan Schaffer of Ocala, Florida passed away at the age of 78 on December 19, 2021, of heart failure, in Ocala, Florida where he resided with his wife of 25 years, Sandy.
Those that loved Marc knew him as “Schaff” or the “Hammer”. Marc was born to Ethelyn and Horace Schaffer in Bronx, New York. They later raised their children Marc and his sister Lois in New Rochelle, New York.
Marc’s career in the food industry started in Waterbury, Connecticut where he was the Owner/President of Aljim/Schaffer Grocery Corporation. He later formed a group purchasing co-op BET Purchasing where he remained until retirement.
Marc loved his family and was very proud of his children and grandchildren
His zest for life throughout the years led him to many pursuits where he formed close friendships, some lasting from childhood.
Marc’s interest included golf, travel, dancing, singing and his love for his cats. He supported the 9/11 tragic event by wearing a commemorative pin every day.
Marc is survived by his wife Sandy Schutz Schaffer, daughter Lisa and her husband Barry Noonan Jr. of Marstons Mills, MA and son Erik Schaffer and his wife Maria of Cold Spring Harbor, NY. He is also survived by his grandchildren: Lauren Piccolino of Melrose, MA, Michelle Piccolino of Los Angeles, CA, Nicole Schaffer, Jessica Schaffer, Melissa Schaffer and Julia Schaffer of Cold Spring Harbor, NY, sister Lois Laine of Ocala, FL, nephew Arthur Laineand his wife Trisha and their daughters Jennifer and Amanda of Mahopac, NY as well as Dean Laine and his son Aaron of NC.
Marc is predeceased by his daughter Holly Schaffer, and his brother-in-law John Laine.
There will be a graveside burial at Montefiore Cemetery on Long Island, NY in the Spring of 2022 followed by a celebration of life.
A celebration of life will also be held in Ocala, FL in the Spring of 2022.
Donations can be made to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation https://www2.jdrf.org/site/TR?fr_id=8506&pg=personal&px=13493189 in memory of Marc’s deceased daughter Holly Schaffer.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there.. I did not die.