Michael Ray Skaggs, age 47, of Marysville died unexpectedly Thursday, October 6, 2011, at his home.
He was employed with PK Controls for the past 6 years servicing the East Liberty Honda Plant and formerly was employed with Ranco for 12 years. Michael was a 1982 graduate of Fairbanks High School and was a graduate of Columbus State Community College. He was a member of the Marysville Moose Lodge #1651 and was a social member of Marysville VFW Post #3320. An ornery practical joker, he enjoyed hunting, fishing, and boating and was a fan of the Cincinnati Bengals and the OSU Buckeyes. More than anything, he was a devoted and proud father who loved his children beyond measure.
He was born May 25, 1964, in Marysville to I. Ray and Mary Louise Bennett Skaggs. His father survives in Bradenton, Florida, with his fiancé, Lois Brown, and his mother preceded him in death on December 25, 2002. He was also preceded in death by his maternal grandparents, Roger & Emma Bennett, and paternal grandparents, Jay & Anna Mae Skaggs.
Along with his father, survivors include his 12 year old twins, Ryan Michael Skaggs and Jacqueline Abigail Skaggs, Marysville; his fiancé, Helen Ballman, Marysville; his 2 sisters, Kay (Carl) Mickley, Columbus; and Teresa Skaggs, Marysville; his fiancé’s children, Linda Hamilton, Urbana; and Christina Ballman and her son, R.J. Asbury, of Georgetown, KY; his nieces and nephews, Alex Disbennett, and Nicholas, Lucinda, & Jaclyn Mickley, his former wife, Shelly Craig Skaggs, Marysville; his best friends, Rodney DeVore, West Jefferson, Dick Wallace and Joe Johnson, each of Marysville; and Donny Spurlock, Plain City; and several aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends.
Friends may call from 2-5 p.m. on Sunday, October 9, 2011, at Mannasmith Funeral Home, Marysville, where the funeral service will take place on Monday at 11:00 a.m. Reverend Richard Smyers will officiate and burial will take place at Oakdale Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Ryan & Abbey Skaggs Education Fund in care of the funeral home.
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From Joe: I’ll never forget, as kids, riding minibikes with cousin Mike in the fields past dark, camping out in the yard at night “reading” a stack of your father’s magazines, and burning the crap out of our fingers lighting fireworks behind the barn. Love you, man, and see you on the other side.