1977-2025
Marty Williams, 48, of Toquerville, Utah, passed away on August 26, 2025. He was born March 7, 1977 in Richfield, Utah, grew up in Salina and graduated from North Sevier High School. After high school he married Lisa Krysten, and together they had two sons before later divorcing.
Marty began working at Bar J Ranch at age 15 and loved that type of work. After graduation, he went on to work for Aurora Welding, SUFCO mine, Wheelers, and later NASCO, where he specialized in line boring and heavy equipment. He was a talented welder, machinist, and hardworking man who always provided for his family.
Marty loved the outdoors. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, camping, hiking, snowboarding, water skiing, and sharing adventures with his sons.
He is survived by his parents, Chris and Linda Wiliams, Salina, his siblings Rob (Andrea) Williams, Aurora, and Kelsy Williams, Salina, his children Jaden Williams, Salina, and Cauy Williams, Cedar City, and six nephews.
He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Gale and Laurine Laier of Salina, and Clark and Jewel Wiliams of Redmond.
A celebration of life will be held at a later date. “And this is where the cowboy rides away” – George Strait.
A tribute written by his sister, Kelsey Williams.
You’ll always be that long-haired rebel
In cowboy boots, riding wild and free,
With a grin that could light the daylight
And a fire the world could see.
I grew up idolizing you,
Watching your every move,
Never following the crowd,
Always just being you.
Driving your red ’69 Chevy, “Sweetheart”,
Chris LeDoux turned up loud,
Working out on the ranch,
Standing proud above the crowd.
You moved with skill and ease,
Fire in your hands,
Always miles ahead of the rest of us,
We were always just trying to understand.
You showed me new horizons,
And skies I’d never known,
Wisdom in your laughter,
And mischief all your own.
I grieve the roads you’ll never take,
The trails you’ll never ride,
Yet I find peace knowing
The storm has left your side.
I see you still out roaming,
Where wild rivers run,
Casting for the big one,
Or chasing elk in the sun.
Somewhere you’re still taming
A horse no man could bind,
Free, at last, forever,
Leaving all your troubles behind.
Love you, Kels
