Mark Alan Lewis

Mark Lewis, beloved husband, father, grandfather, farmer, coach, and all-around remarkable man, has officially hung up his cleats and passed on to greener pastures. If heaven has a field with hay bales and mountain views, we know exactly where to find him. 

Born with a built-in best friend—his twin brother Miles—Mark was the quarterback to Miles’ running back on the high school football team. Together, they were a dynamic duo both on the field and off, trading touchdowns for tractor troubles as they transitioned from footballs to farming. The stories are endless, and most of them end with laughter, a little dirt, and maybe a dented fender.

He met his match in Joyce, his wife and partner in all things. Whether it was bowling league or mixed golf league (he carried the team, let’s be honest), they made quite the pair. Mark also served his community with pride on the park board and the soil conservation district—because if there was dirt involved, he was in. 

Animals were his constant companions, especially dogs. There was never a moment Mark didn’t have a four-legged friend by his side, and they were always treated like royalty (sometimes better than the humans, if we’re being truthful). 

A proud coach to his three boys, he taught them baseball, flag football, and the fine art of sportsmanship. Later, he became their biggest fan, cheering from the sidelines and eventually passing the torch to the grandkids, whose games he never missed—unless the Vikings were playing, in which case he had priorities. 

He was the family’s unofficial meteorologist, stock analyst, and sports commentator. If you needed to know what the Dow was doing, what the weather looked like next Tuesday, or who was starting for the Vikings, Mark had you covered. If farming hadn’t called, the Weather Channel surely would have.

Mark had a legendary palate. He loved eating his cheesesteak from the Pickle Barrel, and was never more upset than when the Billing location closed—some say he mourned that sandwich shop harder than the Vikings’ playoff losses. At home, he was known for his famous egg rolls and the best beef jerky around, made with pride from Lewis meat. If you were lucky enough to get a bag, you knew better than to share it. 

Generous to a fault, Mark never wanted to be a burden but was always the first to lend a hand. Whether it was picking rocks (his favorite farm chore, oddly enough), answering farming questions, or just being there when you needed him, he gave freely and asked for little. 

He loved sports cards, the Vikings (even when they tested his patience), and the simple beauty of hay bales against a mountain backdrop. That view never got old—and neither did he, really. 

Mark was preceded in death by his parents, John and Mary Lou; his sister Suzie; his son, Spencer William John; and his brother-in-law, Sid Brandon.

He is survived by his loving wife, Joyce Lewis; his sons, Matt (Amanda) and Kyle (Katie); his cherished grandchildren: Spencer, Kelton, Ryker, Sayler, and Macallan; his twin brother, Miles (Diana); his sisters, Karen and Kristy; and many beloved nieces and nephews. 

Mark leaves behind a legacy of laughter, loyalty, and love. And while we’ll miss his updates, his coaching, and his quiet wisdom, we’ll carry his spirit with us—especially when the forecast calls for rain, the Vikings are down by six, and someone mentions the Pickle Barrel. 

A vigil will be held Tuesday, August 12th at 6:00 PM, and the funeral service will take place Wednesday morning, August 13th at 10:00 AM at St. Margaret Catholic Church in Cut Bank, Montana.

In lieu of flowers, the family kindly asks that donations be made to the Spencer William John Lewis Memorial Alumni Scholarship, honoring Mark’s son and continuing his legacy through future generations of students. Contributions can be made through the Cut Bank Education Foundation & Alumni Association. https://www.cutbankalumni.com/d