Marshall Ray Crigger, 56

Marshall Ray Crigger, 56

Marshall Ray Crigger, 56, of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho passed away on Jan. 12, 2019. He was born Sept. 21, 1962, in North Idaho to Larry and Rose (Ferger) Crigger. He was raised for most of his young life in Post Falls. He later moved to the Silver Valley, where he graduated from Kellogg High.

Family members will tell you of his genius chess playing strategies; he was irritatingly undefeated. Marshall could definitely out-bake Mr. Pillsbury. He loved huckleberry picking, hiking through mountains, fishing, and he was a master gardener, as well. Many marveled at his garlic; it actually won awards. People who have worked alongside Marshall will tell you: one couldn’t have asked for a more hard-working, kind-hearted, true gentleman.

All of his immediate family and loved ones were at his side for three long days. No opportunity was missed to hold his hand, talk and sing to him as he lay in a coma. As the doctors removed his breathing tubes, he did not take one breath on his own. His beautiful heart, however, continued beating for several minutes. At 6:59 p.m., his spirit/soul left the room. We never left his side until we were sure he had gone to stand with his father and older brother Marvin.

Marshall’s biggest love was for his wife, Toni (Preece) Crigger and his son Garret Marshall Crigger. He could not have been a more proud father. He is also survived by his mother, Rose Ferger Crigger of Pinehurst, Idaho; his father-in-law Richard K. Preece of Rose Lake; step-father Samuel Breazeal of Rose Lake; his siblings, Roger (Bonnie) Crigger, of Kingston, Idaho, Gene (Trish) Crigger of Hayden, Idaho, Shelly Kay Crigger Hansen also of Pinehurst, and Greg Breazeal (Chris) of Kellogg. They are one fun and crazy bunch, but so close and loving, as the ICU unit at Kootenai Medical Center can attest. There are so many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews but no room to mention them all.

A celebration of his life will follow in the near future.

“Little towheaded boy, so tender to God, from the foundations of the earth; skipping from joy, stone paths did he trod, trying to weigh his own worth. Could life just stay simple, like children at play, games played seldom alone; unsure which was his song, the boy Marshall Ray, he bent one and made it his own.”

To see Marshall’s online memorial and to sign the online guestbook please visit www.englishfuneralchapel.com