Raymond Charles Snyder

Our loving dad, husband and grandpa born March 11, 1941 in Salt Lake City passed away on May 25, 2015 as he was surrounded by his family. He touched many lives and was loved by all who knew him. Preceded in death by his parents Geraldine Wrigley and Glen M. Snyder, 3 mighty brothers Pete, Merlyn and Lynn Snyder. He is survived by his wife Kathy, sons Dennie (Mary), Scott, daughter Tara (John) Parkinson step sons Damon Rockhill (Melissa) and Jason Rockhill. Grandchildren: Todd, Heather, Trista, Zachary, Drake, Allison, Mia, DJ, Shea, Kolbie, Averie, Abbie, Baxlie, Spencer, Ethan, Mollie and Great grandchildren: Mariah, Alexus, JR, Abigail, Nevaeh, Kailer and one on the way. He also had many nieces and nephews that he loved. His lifelong friends Vernon and Dick were extended uncles. He had a companion that he taught new tricksfor 15 yearsMayla his little shi-tzu. Ray loved to fish, camp, watch Judge Judy and became a huge fan of the Voice. He led the Snyder tradition of deer hunting at Mount Nebo in Nephi each year and it was always going to be his last. Dad you will be missed. He was great at entertaining others through card tricks, racing you for a drink (he was always the winner because only said he would race, not WIN). Garvey was a staple in the family, his monkey puppet that was introduced to all his grandchildren on Christmas eve with the special sleep potion that would bring Santa the next morning. If ever anyone needed help at any time, he was always available and willing to lend a hand or his home. He was friendly, outgoing and loved the outdoors. He knew how to bring in the New Year with his famous Fish Fry', including oysters and all the works. He loved figuring out puzzles, sudoku and wood models of all types including dragons and sail boats. Caffeine free Pepsi was strongly supported by Ray. Winston's were often peeking out of his pocket. But no matter what, spending time with his kids and grandkids topped it all. Teasing about punching them in the nose, cracking a smile as he said it because they all fell for it over and over again. Teaching them how to fish, hunt and shoot the 22. He later didn't hunt, but he did enjoy nature and was the camp master. Getting up at 5 am, getting the fire started and coffee on, he was our alarm clock to start each day. Often quoting Jiminy Cricket and letting others know that he was no fool, no sirree, he was going to live to be 103. His spirit will continue well beyond that. He touched our hearts, brought families together and will be deeply missed. In lieu of flowers, donations to the family would be appreciated. Place of Birth:Salt Lake City, UtahPlace of Death:Murray, Utah