Caryl Ann Bigelow

Caryl Ann Morby Bigelow, born September 8, 1954, made her appointment — the one she was adamant

about keeping — on January 30, 2026.

Waiting to greet her was her beloved mother, Caryl May Corum, whom she last embraced as a 19-year-old girl 52 years ago. Her rock, her backbone — her father, Conard Harold — the man she lovingly cared for and nurtured as he lost his memories and physical abilities to Alzheimer’s disease, was there too, greeting her with pride and love, knowing how much she had given.

There too were her sister, Barbara Kay, and brother, Gary Gene, whom she never knew in life but whose stories and legacies she carried with quiet dignity. And finally, there were her brothers, Melvin Dale, Terry Ray, and Steve Gene, who spoiled her when she was the baby girl and whom she never stopped cherishing throughout her life.

We are confident the long-awaited reunion was joyous, because now the team was complete and the baseball game could properly commence.

Left behind, for now, is the man, Harry James Bigelow (Jim), who stole her heart and devoted his entire life and being to her protection, well-being, and happiness. Not flashy, fake, or showy, they loved each other fiercely and loyally in a way that was uniquely theirs but felt by all. He became her foundation. She became his rock when they married on May 20, 1972.

Whenever something went wrong, she would call out to the one she depended on — the only one she knew for sure could fix it — “Jimmmm.”

Although devastated by her departure, his children aspire to love someone as deeply and completely as Jim loved our mother. Their love was to be envied.

Caryl Ann’s legacy is one of sacrifice, humility, humor, and endless love for her children and grandchildren. She often lamented that her children — James Conard (Amie), Brianne (Jason Miller), Gary (Catherine), Katlyn, Riley (Adale), and Bailee — never met her mother.

“I still get angry my kids never met and got to know how wonderful she was… my kids will never share stories of their grandma with their kids.”

We wish we could offer our mother one final gift: knowing that although we never met our grandmother, we saw Grandma every day through Mom’s unwavering and unfaltering love.

And though her sons and daughters always knew and felt the boundless love of our mother, we also knew that, next to Jim, her greatest loves and treasures in life were her grandchildren: Tegan, Tanner, Tate, Kambrie, Ean, Brighton, Madison, Emma, Jason, Keegan, Lily, Winston, Averyl, Afton, Ephraim, and Jacob.

Caryl would give endless strength, energy, time, and worldly possessions to her grandchildren. During her final week, as she suffered before joining the heavenly ballgame, she knew her youngest grandson was in the waiting room and not allowed to enter. She looked down at her meal tray — all she had at that point — and insisted that her Jello be given to him.

Caryl’s memory will be carried on in the lives of her children and grandchildren, each taking and applying her lessons in countless ways. Collectively, we may grow quiet and feel a profound sense of loss when avacuum turns on, when someone talks about a pub in Ireland, during the running of the Kentucky Derby, when we see a Barbie doll, or on the first day of the World Series.

Caryl’s memory will be carried on…

A celebration of Caryl’s life will be on Wednesday, February 11, 2026 from 6:00 to 8:00 p.m., at Starks Funeral Parlor, 3651 South 900 East, Salt Lake City, Utah 84106. Guests are encouraged to part on the north side of the building.

The appointment on January 30 was kept, and now the baseball game in heaven can properly begin.