Jackson Carrigan
April 16, 1963 – November 09, 2009
John “Jack” Carrigan, 46 , of Malden, formerly of Concord died Monday November 9, 2009 at his Malden home.
Born in Concord on April 16, 1963 he was the beloved son of Mary Elizabeth (Tobin) Carrigan and the late Philip A. Carrigan Jr. He attended Concord schools and was a 1981 graduate of Concord-Carlisle Regional High School. As a senior at CCHS, in June 1981, his magnificent oil painting “Maureen’s Place” won a citation by the Scholastic Art Awards at the 54th annual National High School Art Exhibition in New York City.
He was a 1986 graduate of Massachusetts College of Art, receiving a Bachelor of Arts degree with Honors in English.
For the past four years he has been employed as a supervisor in the Graphic Design Department at Spire’s in Dorchester. He had previously worked in Graphic Design at Unigraphics in Saugus for three years.
For many years he played guitar in various rock groups throughout the Boston area.
In addition to his mother, survivors include his two sisters, Maureen Read of Concord and Eileen Powers of Mesquite, Nevada, two brothers, Philip A. Carrigan III of Milford, New Hampshire and Kevin W. Carrigan of Rockport, six nieces and nephews and two grandnieces. He was also the uncle of one late niece.
Funeral will be held Monday November 16th from the Dee Funeral Home, 27 Bedford Street, Concord Center at 9 am followed by a funeral Mass in Holy Family Parish, Monument Square, Concord at 10 am.
Contributions in his memory may be made to Epilepsy Foundation of Massachusetts and Rhode Island, 540 Gallivan Blvd., #200, Boston, MA 02124 (www.epilepsyfoundation.org/local/massri/donations.cfm).
Obituaries never really sum up a person, do they? We aren’t our accomplishments, our awards and our jobs. Nor are we the money we make or the school we went to. We are so much more than that. He was so much more than that.
Jack Carrigan inspired me when no one else did. He inspired everyone he encountered. He related to, conspired with, fought along side, built up, and held high everyone he cared for, no matter how beaten down they’d been by those in their path previously, no matter how beaten down he had been himself. The world should mourn the loss of this man, not just his siblings and their offspring.
May this man be the next Monet, appreciated for the god he was, despite not getting to live to see it.
You were my hero, Uncle Jack. I’ll miss you.


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