Gregory Leo Logue, 56, of Windham, Maine, died in a car accident on October 30, 2024. He was a proud U.S. Merchant Marine; a loving husband, father, son, brother, and friend; and a lifelong Mainer.
Greg was born on April 29, 1968, in Biddeford. He grew up in Scarborough, near Pine Point Beach, where he spent countless days playing in the sand with his parents, brother, and friends. For the rest of his life, Pine Point would remain the place where Greg felt most at peace.
When he wasn’t at the beach, Greg was riding bikes and dirt bikes, building with Legos, playing basketball and football, and causing mischief with his brother, Andy, and friends. At Blue Point and Scott Elementary Schools, Greg was the biggest kid in his class – a fact that would never change. His sophomore year, Greg moved to South Portland, where he made many new friends. During his senior year, he transferred to Mt. Desert Island High School in Bar Harbor, graduating in 1987.
Greg enrolled at Maine Maritime Academy, fulfilling his father’s lifelong dream of becoming a merchant marine. After taking a year off to go commercial fishing, he graduated in 1992. He then began a long career as a marine engineer and union member of the Marine Engineers’ Beneficial Association. He sailed all over the world, working with his union brothers on oil tankers, cargo ships, car carriers, bulkers, and research vessels.
In 1993, Greg went on a blind date with a woman named Angela, which had been arranged by her sister, Amy. Both just out of college, and broke, their first date was getting Chinese takeout from the Wok Inn in South Portland. Despite the less than romantic start, Greg and Angela fell in love. They married at the Church of the Nazarene on January 25, 1997. (They had to delay their honeymoon until Monday because the Patriots were playing in the Super Bowl.)
In 2000, the couple welcomed a son, Ryan Alan, who became the center of Greg’s world. Greg often said that Ryan was his greatest accomplishment. He was an incredibly involved father: Whatever Ryan was into, Greg would get into as well. He volunteered at Ryan’s schools and on his football teams; during the summers, he stayed home and took care of Ryan (and many of his friends). Greg also traveled all over New England to support Ryan’s interests in karate, dirt biking, football, basketball and lacrosse. Later in life, the duo took up golf – and Greg treasured those days on the course more than anything.
Greg will be remembered as smart and resourceful; a hard worker with a brilliant mechanical mind. From welding to plumbing to electrical to engine work, Greg did it all. He spent many hours tinkering in his garage: listening to WBLM and taking things apart to see how they worked. Whenever something needed fixing, Greg was the guy you called. He was always willing to lend a hand to family and friends, and was always the one people called when they needed help moving. He was dependable, strong, and capable. Just give him a roll of duct tape, some paper clips, shoestrings, and silicone, and he could fix anything.
Greg was also warm, loyal, gregarious and funny: a “gentle giant” who was constantly chatting up store clerks and servers. He enjoyed hosting Ryan’s elaborate poolside birthday parties, as well as many family dinners, and was famous for his grilling skills and his Christmas Eve prime rib. Ultimately, Greg was an excellent provider for his family who always ensured that his son had the best of everything and the opportunity to make any dream a reality.
Greg loved many things: Ford F-150s – and holding onto them for way too long. The Patriots, Tom Brady, and yelling “touchdown!!!” on any given Sunday. Monopoly, chess, and cribbage (specifically, winning even if it involved a little cheating). Hiking, four wheeling, snowmobiling, skiing, ice fishing, snorkeling, boating and camping. Trips to Grand Cayman Island and Discovery Cove. Fishing for bass, but only if he caught a bigger one than Angela.
Above all, Greg loved his family, his friends, and the great state of Maine. He and Angela were trying to visit every Maine State Park: jumping in the car whenever they could, gawking at the fall foliage and posing in front of lighthouses like tourists.Throughout Greg’s many travels and tribulations, his heart always stayed here, with us. And we’ll forever see him in the waves, the trees, and the mountains that he called home.
Greg was predeceased by his father, John F. Logue; his brother, John A. Logue; and his sister, Catherine Pattberg. He is survived by his wife of 27 years, Angela (York) Logue; his son, Ryan A. Logue; his mother, Joan T. Montefesco; his siblings Andrew Logue (Jeralyn), Susan Logue (Paul Hartnett), Sarah Jane (Berend Hachmann); his in-laws, Paula and Alan York; his sister-in-law, Amy Therrien (John); his nieces and nephews, Lonna, Nicole, Jennifer, Ellie, Francesca, Ava, Cole, and Aidan; his best friend of 45 years John Bolling; and many friends and union brothers all over the country.
No public services are planned at this time.