Craig G Shumway, 63, passed away on Friday, June 30, 2023 in Mesa, Arizona.
He was born to Royd and Carmen Shumway, on January 18, 1960, in Mesa, Arizona. Craig was a kind, loving man who will be greatly missed and will always hold a place in our hearts.
He is survived by his wife Lori, children Gentry, Kyle, Lorissa, Kylie, and 8 grandchildren. He is fondly remembered, and as he often said “be good, do what’s right, and remember I love you.”
Funeral services are Friday, July 7, 2023 at 10 AM, preceded by a viewing at 9 AM at 1266 S 32nd St, Mesa, AZ 85204.
The funeral service will be viewable thru this link: https://youtube.com/live/_OvvS7x3lxA?feature=share
Arrangements by Bunker’s University Chapel, www.bunkerfuneral.com. Should this obituary appear anywhere but bunkerfuneral.com, please check our website for accurate details and service information.
Our deepest condolences
So sorry he was a wonderful person and a great family man
He will be sorely missed
Marge
Craig was our home teacher for about 7 years. He knew my children very well and was a great friend. He will be missed. Thank you for your service in our family.
The Shumway family has been a wonderful example of dedication to the gospel of Jesus Christ to our family for over 35 years. We extend our deepest sympathies at this difficult time and hope the comfort of our Savior’s love and peace will be with each of you as fond memories come to mind.
Many wonderful associations with Craig while he was head of security at the Mesa Temple. His father, Royd, was also my basketball coach for my 9th grade year.
When I returned from my mission in 2004 I was seeking to follow my mission presidents council to me, “Stand in holy places”. Craig Shumway gave me that opportunity. I interviewed with him and Craig hired me. I was the youngest security guard on his team and I felt privileged to be trained and mentored by Craig and members of the team. Craig always spoke of his family with tenderness and love. He shared with me his love of the temple and the Lord. The Lord has with him a good man that will serve with all his heart, might , mind and strength for time and all eternity. We will miss him but we will see him again.
Edward Callirgos
I have so many wonderful memories working for Craig at the Mesa Temple. My life was already incredibly full when I was working at the temple–I was going to school part-time, working full-time for Motorola, and volunteering 20+ hours a week with the Tempe Police Department–but I loved the temple and I loved working for Craig. Our association continued when he started working security for Motorola. I was thrilled when I saw him sitting at the front desk, wearing his security uniform. It was a treat to continue our conversations in a different setting. Years later, when my parents were temple workers, he told my parents to tell me that he had said hello. He is a great man, with a good heart. I will miss my conversations with him. Rest In Peace, Craig!
However Long
However long since the porch sat bare
Empty and silent without you there
Calling to the wind goes the sailing leaf
Crisp with the color of sadness and grief
Flushed with mourning is autumn’s copper tint
But oft a memory of you in sunset’s glint
Shining and brilliant each page of your life
A flowing pen wetted with tears and strife
Alas the pen flows no more but is silent and still
Sitting on the parchment, heedless of its will
And now the porch sits empty and bare
Ever so silent without you there
Oh, ever in springtime with the flowing brook
Illustrating the pages of a remarkable book
Swept away in gaiety without a single care
Oh, happy and free, when you were there
A flood of memories so poignant remains
That of distinction and honour proclaims
Oh, one such as this shall in memory keep
While in dour procession we freely weep
Soon comes winter’s cold and bitter chill
As autumn settles under the snow-covered hill
And ever for spring, we longing forbear
Staring at the porch, empty and bare
However long the memories will remain
Filled with the sunshine of springtime’s refrain
Oh, when autumn’s leaves have fallen to the ground
In springtime, they return and anew are found
©1999 Brian L. Duffin