June 19, 1952 - December 19, 2021

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Military services and burial will be at the Dayton National Cemetery in Dayton, Ohio later in
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Robert (Bob) (Bobby) Gale Kiggans, Jr. passed away in his home Sunday December 19,
2021 surrounded by his family, after a short battle with cancer.
Bob was born on June 19, 1952 in Marietta, Ohio to Robert and Joretta Kiggans.
After graduating from Waterford High School he was drafted into the Army and spent two
years overseas.
When he returned to the states he met and married his wife, Cheryl (Baker). Their son Scott
was born in 1975.
Over his working career he worked in the oil fields and was a member of Marietta Laborers
Local 168 before becoming a member of Operating Engineers Local 18 out of Akron Ohio
from which he retired.
Bob is survived by his wife Cheryl Kiggans, son Scott Kiggans (Heather Owens) of Davisville,
WV, brothers Terry Kiggans of Marietta, Ohio, Rick Kiggans (Missy) of Marietta, Ohio, Kenny
Kiggans (Teresa) of Sorrento, FL and numerous Aunts, Uncles, Nieces, Nephews and
He was preceded in death by his parents.

I am still going through the grieving process and some days are easier than others. I have my
moments when I just let it out and tears will just roll down my cheeks. It’s a process that will
take time and everyone handles it differently. I did not truly understand grief until the passing
of my father.
Dads are someone to look up to, someone to follow, someone to admire, someone to brag
about, someone to try to impress, someone to rebel against and most of all they are the one
person in your life you want so badly to be proud of you.
To say I loved my dad is an understatement and to say I’m going to miss him is a bigger
I’m privileged, honored and extremely lucky to be the only son to my father, Robert Kiggans,
Jr. As I reflect over the years that we shared together he was a great dad.
He always tried to lead by example and taught me numerous life lessons of what it would take
to become a man.
• Work hard and good things will happen.
• Trust your instincts and you will usually make the best decision.
• Always try to do your best in whatever you’re doing.
• Be honest and loyal to your friends.
• Don’t be afraid to make mistakes, just learn from them.
• Don’t blame others, take responsibility for your actions.
• Always be prepared and be on time.
• Be brave and confident, stand up for what you believe in.
• Always stay truthful to your word.
• And lastly, listen to your mother, she is always right!
My dad was always there to give advice if I asked for it and he taught me how to do many
How to work on a car, use a power tool, turn a wrench, sharpen a knife, bait a hook, cast a
line, tie a knot, shoot a gun, clean a fish, mow the grass, wash the car, take out the trash,
build a fire and even how to build a house.
My dad was the classic old school guy. He never met a stranger and he appreciated hard
work and being highly skilled at your craft.
His career took him from the oil fields, to the Laborers union and finally to Operating
Engineers Local 18, where he found his true skill of running heavy equipment.
Some of my greatest memories of my dad were when I looked back to a time when I had the
privilege to work with him at Chevron Chemical. I, myself, went on to become a union
Pipefitter. There were countless hours of camaraderie with the guys , heated card games at
lunch time, as well as many jokes, laughs and banter along the way.
I also had the privilege to spend countless hours on the lake fishing with him. I remember an
image of my dad with ice in his beard, standing in the boat with a smile that you just can’t
describe, as I was holding a 45” Musky. That would be just one of so many great times and
fish caught at Leesville Lake. Camping at Leesville was a microcosm of our life. So many
great friends, good times and life experiences unfolded around John Taylor’s campfires. It’s
hard to believe the insight and enlightenment that could be had with great friends and a few
It’s hard to imagine not having Dad on the other end of the phone telling me how his golf
game was going, what the latest gossip around the campground was or if he was catching
any fish.
To the selfish thoughts that won’t let go, in my father’s passing, I say his enduring smile and
sarcasm will be carried on as will an infectious personality that could not be denied. Everyone
that crossed his path got a small piece of a man that, just for no reason, caught your eye.
Maybe it was the laugh or maybe it was the way he held you accountable for just being you.
In the end I watched a great man go out on his own terms exactly how he should have

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