ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jaydon Landon Rigby, born on
July 8, 2018, and passed away the night of
June 4, 2020. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Val Marietti on May 17, 2021
Such a precious boy
Posted by Stacie Rigby on May 17, 2021
Jaydon’s funeral tribute from mom:
Oh, how I love you. I miss you, my beautiful sweet boy. You’re so very precious to me. I’m sorry for all the times that I became frustrated. I miss your crazy energy in our home. I miss your giggles. I miss your cries.  I miss your cute little voice. I miss you shuffling around my house and always wondering what you were doing and what you may be getting into. I miss the food all over my floor; the kids yelling, “Jaydon stop! Mom, he’s doing it again!”. I miss your sticky dirty hands all over everything, and the way my pants became your daily napkin. I miss the leg hugs, and you yelling “Mommy!!” as I walked through the door. Whenever I opened the fridge, you would run over ready to eat, or when I would sit down with my food, you had to come over and sit with your mouth like a baby bird, ready for me to share. More then anything, I miss your loving hugs.
I miss you climbing all over us and bouncing on everyone, the way I would lay flat on the floor and I could always feel you jump on my back and bouncing your bottom. I miss the way you try to race Shylie to your spot next to me on the rocking chair and how mad you would get if someone else got there. I miss the shoes all over the place, and the frustration you had when the boots weren’t going on the right way as you tromped around on the tile.  I miss looking for our shoes. I miss you constantly handing me things when I usually didn’t need them. I miss your smile, and your pretty bright blue eyes, and our peek-a-boo games.
It’s hard to see your empty car seat, where we took so many rides, your empty wagon, our trip to feed the cows together as you threw small handfuls of hay at them, and said, “mooo...”.  The way you harassed the chickens when you fed them.
You always meant to help, and I know you will continue to try to help us. I know you miss me too. I’ve always felt your love. I want you to be happy. I hope you are enjoying the spirit world. I will be so excited to see you again, and I am sorry that I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, I wish I could’ve been there for you.  Your room has become so much more sacred to me, and I know it will always be a special place. I know you are always with us in spirit, and I will always be longing to hold you. Please Heavenly Father, take good care of my son until it is my turn again. I can hardly wait to see him. I love you so much Jaydon. Thank you for being in my life; even if it was only a little while. I am so glad we had you. I can hardly wait to see you. I love you so much.  I am so glad we have you as our angel watching over us. Please watch over your big brother when I cannot. I know you will be able to help him more than anyone.
  Jaydon, I will try to be patient. Please find ways to show us that you are with us. We can feel your sweet spirit. You have been a ray of sunshine in our lives. I have been so blessed to have you. Please take care of your dad. It has not been easy on him and watch over your sisters; I know you loved them so, and they have missed you. Be with your baby brother; he needs your continued smiles. You always knew how to make him laugh.
I will always hold you close in my heart. You are so very dear to me. I have so many sweet memories. Thank you for letting me be your mom. I wish I had more time with you on Earth, but I look forward to the day I can hold you again. So many adore you my sweet boy. I will always cherish the time we spent together. I miss chasing you around giggling away from me, and I can’t wait to do it again. 

Jaydon’s obituary:
Jaydon was a very busy little boy and had his hands in everything. He was always willing to help, even when we didn’t need it. He would walk in and give you a big hug when you walked in the door or if he saw you crying. He would give you your shoes when you were putting them on along with everything else you didn’t really need at the time. He would help fill in your dirt hole after you cleaned it out. He would say “night!” continually at bedtime until he fell asleep. He would pester and climb all over his brothers and sisters nonstop and enjoy it. He loved going for rides whether it be in the truck, on his horse, in the stroller or his wagon. He especially liked to climb up onto anything that had a steering wheel.
Jaydon started struggling with seizures early in 2019. We took him to a specialist in Salt Lake to see if we could find the cause of his seizures and the tests came back inconclusive. The seizures returned so we went to medication. They would subside and return on occasion. He passed away unexpectedly the night of June 4th. He came into the world earlier than expected and left the same.
Jaydon was loved by many, especially in church as he was smiling and giggling at others in the pews behind him as they tried to make him laugh. He would snake his way up to the stand where his dad was sitting and have a mischievous grin on his face. His sweet smile, bright eyes, and lively energy were hard to resist. He had little fear and would walk up to about anyone or anything without hesitation. At home he loved tromping around in everyone’s shoes and boots. He liked dragging or pushing things, especially something heavy or awkward, all over the house like large stools, vacuums, or brooms. The dishwasher was his trampoline and climbing up on the table, playing with the faucet, and dumping everything onto the floor was a real treat for him. If you open the fridge you better be ready to hand him some cheese. He will be dearly missed by all those who knew him.

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Posted by Val Marietti on May 17, 2021
Such a precious boy
Posted by Stacie Rigby on May 17, 2021
Jaydon’s funeral tribute from mom:
Oh, how I love you. I miss you, my beautiful sweet boy. You’re so very precious to me. I’m sorry for all the times that I became frustrated. I miss your crazy energy in our home. I miss your giggles. I miss your cries.  I miss your cute little voice. I miss you shuffling around my house and always wondering what you were doing and what you may be getting into. I miss the food all over my floor; the kids yelling, “Jaydon stop! Mom, he’s doing it again!”. I miss your sticky dirty hands all over everything, and the way my pants became your daily napkin. I miss the leg hugs, and you yelling “Mommy!!” as I walked through the door. Whenever I opened the fridge, you would run over ready to eat, or when I would sit down with my food, you had to come over and sit with your mouth like a baby bird, ready for me to share. More then anything, I miss your loving hugs.
I miss you climbing all over us and bouncing on everyone, the way I would lay flat on the floor and I could always feel you jump on my back and bouncing your bottom. I miss the way you try to race Shylie to your spot next to me on the rocking chair and how mad you would get if someone else got there. I miss the shoes all over the place, and the frustration you had when the boots weren’t going on the right way as you tromped around on the tile.  I miss looking for our shoes. I miss you constantly handing me things when I usually didn’t need them. I miss your smile, and your pretty bright blue eyes, and our peek-a-boo games.
It’s hard to see your empty car seat, where we took so many rides, your empty wagon, our trip to feed the cows together as you threw small handfuls of hay at them, and said, “mooo...”.  The way you harassed the chickens when you fed them.
You always meant to help, and I know you will continue to try to help us. I know you miss me too. I’ve always felt your love. I want you to be happy. I hope you are enjoying the spirit world. I will be so excited to see you again, and I am sorry that I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, I wish I could’ve been there for you.  Your room has become so much more sacred to me, and I know it will always be a special place. I know you are always with us in spirit, and I will always be longing to hold you. Please Heavenly Father, take good care of my son until it is my turn again. I can hardly wait to see him. I love you so much Jaydon. Thank you for being in my life; even if it was only a little while. I am so glad we had you. I can hardly wait to see you. I love you so much.  I am so glad we have you as our angel watching over us. Please watch over your big brother when I cannot. I know you will be able to help him more than anyone.
  Jaydon, I will try to be patient. Please find ways to show us that you are with us. We can feel your sweet spirit. You have been a ray of sunshine in our lives. I have been so blessed to have you. Please take care of your dad. It has not been easy on him and watch over your sisters; I know you loved them so, and they have missed you. Be with your baby brother; he needs your continued smiles. You always knew how to make him laugh.
I will always hold you close in my heart. You are so very dear to me. I have so many sweet memories. Thank you for letting me be your mom. I wish I had more time with you on Earth, but I look forward to the day I can hold you again. So many adore you my sweet boy. I will always cherish the time we spent together. I miss chasing you around giggling away from me, and I can’t wait to do it again. 

Jaydon’s obituary:
Jaydon was a very busy little boy and had his hands in everything. He was always willing to help, even when we didn’t need it. He would walk in and give you a big hug when you walked in the door or if he saw you crying. He would give you your shoes when you were putting them on along with everything else you didn’t really need at the time. He would help fill in your dirt hole after you cleaned it out. He would say “night!” continually at bedtime until he fell asleep. He would pester and climb all over his brothers and sisters nonstop and enjoy it. He loved going for rides whether it be in the truck, on his horse, in the stroller or his wagon. He especially liked to climb up onto anything that had a steering wheel.
Jaydon started struggling with seizures early in 2019. We took him to a specialist in Salt Lake to see if we could find the cause of his seizures and the tests came back inconclusive. The seizures returned so we went to medication. They would subside and return on occasion. He passed away unexpectedly the night of June 4th. He came into the world earlier than expected and left the same.
Jaydon was loved by many, especially in church as he was smiling and giggling at others in the pews behind him as they tried to make him laugh. He would snake his way up to the stand where his dad was sitting and have a mischievous grin on his face. His sweet smile, bright eyes, and lively energy were hard to resist. He had little fear and would walk up to about anyone or anything without hesitation. At home he loved tromping around in everyone’s shoes and boots. He liked dragging or pushing things, especially something heavy or awkward, all over the house like large stools, vacuums, or brooms. The dishwasher was his trampoline and climbing up on the table, playing with the faucet, and dumping everything onto the floor was a real treat for him. If you open the fridge you better be ready to hand him some cheese. He will be dearly missed by all those who knew him.
his Life

My World Came Crashing Down

On Thursday June 4th, 2020 it was a typical summer morning.  It was a beautiful day, I put a sprinkler out on the lawn for the kids to play in.  Jaydon was acting whiny and wanted to be held.  I put him in his swim shirt and decided to fill up our kiddie pool.  I let him try to fill it up but you know how that goes, I don’t remember him keeping it in the pool very much to fill it.  He was enjoying it and the whining ceased from that point. He went about his day like always, running around and playing in the sandbox.  He liked to follow his dad around while he was fixing things.  His dad was getting a porch ready to be built. He was digging holes and Jaydon would be right behind him filling them up as fast as he was digging them.  He loved throwing dirt clods everywhere. 
I decided to take the older kids next door with me to my sister’s arena to work with a horse we had just purchased a few weeks before. As I was waiting for the older kids to come out of the house, I kept Jaydon inside since he had a tendency to run up to the horse but he went out the back door.  He came running around the corner into the front yard where I was standing with our horse.  I was frustrated at first because I was running out of daylight and wasn’t sure if I’d have time to pony him around.  I relented and gave he and his sister a short ride up the driveway and back.  How I wish I had went further with him that night.  He was so upset when I took him off the horse, he cried all the way home as his sister carried him into the house. It breaks my heart to think that was the last time I saw him alive. I still remember his crying behind the glass door.  I didn’t say goodbye, I felt too guilty but felt a need to get some riding in before it became to dark.  My nieces were ponying my girls around with her horses as I worked on our horse. As I was looking to return home a strong wind storm came through so I decided to hold off until it subsided.  My husband put Jaydon to bed as it had become dark and was looking tired. I didn’t even get to say goodnight or I love you, something that still hurts to this day. Jaydon’s little baby brother woke up crying around midnight.  I was so tired I’m not sure if Jaydon cried at all like he typically would occasionally at night.  
I woke up early as I typically do to try to be back before most of the kids wake up. Some of the kids followed me outside for a few more pony rides. I returned later than I planned and noticed Jaydon was not greeting me at the door like he usually does with,”mommy!” I asked my husband where he was and he said he must be tired so he let him sleep in longer.  Generally he is awake around 7 and it was 9:00 by now.  And when he wakes up he is usually calling for his dad to come get him.  I went to go and check on him, I opened the door and started to walk in.  It was silent and I thought it was strange but felt that maybe I should let him rest a little longer if he was just worn out from the previous day. So I stepped back and started looking for stuff to make breakfast when my husband came around the corner and looked in on him.  His tone “oh no,oh no, no....” told me something was terribly wrong.  My heart felt like it stopped after hearing those words. I saw him pull his stiff and purple colored body out of the crib as he rushed him to the couch.  It was horrifying, I knew he was in big trouble but I was not believing in my mind that he was dead. I thought he was in a seizure since he tended to stiffen at times.  My husband new it was over but I did not. He called 911, I felt helpless, I didn’t know what to do but I thought we could somehow revive him or he would just come out of it. I ran next door to get help from a brother but he was not home. I screamed in agony not wanting to think their was no way to save him. I ran in and out of the house several times, feeling a need to be with Jaydon but also a need to get help.  I couldn’t handle seeing him that color, I dropped to my knees on the front step begging for the Lord to not take him. I wasn’t ready! I began to realize my pleads were in vain. I got up to go hold my boy, I knew it was over upon touching his ice cold skin and just trying to put my arms around his stiff arms was hard to take.  I screamed out in complete agony hoping I would awake from such an awful nightmare but I could not run away from what was now unfolding that morning. I rocked him in my arms on my knees on the floor, sobbing. My other children unfortunately witnessed much of the chaos.  How can this happen?!! How can a child so active, playing in the water and running around the house the day before suddenly just die?!  This shouldn’t happen!?!  We assumed it was a seizure only because we had no other answers. We had to leave our home as an investigation had to take place.  It was awful having to leave him there with all these strangers in my home.  I didn’t know what to do with myself.  My husband and I went and sat under an apple tree as my sister had gathered my children to stay with relatives.  I was in complete disbelief. My brain felt numb and I was dead inside. I never felt so much pain and heartache in all my life. I just wanted to crawl into a dark hole and hide away from everyone as people began to give their condolences.  I was not ready for them. I didn’t want to talk, I was trying so hard to absorb what had just happened and what were they doing with him in our home? As I noticed them bringing out brown paper bags and a crib mattress down my steps. After a couple hours people from the mortuary arrived. As they’re discussing tissue donation amongst other things that completely went over my head at that time. I couldn’t even believe the conversation we were having at that time, surreal.  They allowed us to return to say our goodbyes before they send him up state for an autopsy. I picked him up, he was so cold, I wrapped him in a soft blanket and rocked in his favorite rocking chair one last time.  His features still purple in color but not as stiff as he had been earlier.  He had died quite early on, his diaper wasn’t even wet after drinking a sippy cup before he went to bed. My husband was answering questions with the investigators as I tried to just focus on these last moments together in our home.  He was not there but his body was part of who he was.  I finally relented to let them take him. I can say one of the hardest things to see is a child being zipped up in a body bag and being rolled out your door on a stretcher, your precious child. I felt completely hollow inside. It was the beginning of the end. I miss him terribly

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