Michael Andrew "Drew" Jarvis

Drew's life was not defined by his challenges-he faced them head-on with courage, humor, and an unwavering presence. His greatest gifts were his generosity of spirit, his infectious laugh, and his ability to be fully present for others. He could be your comfort, your advisor, or simply a compassionate ear when you needed someone to listen.
Michael Andrew Jarvis, known to those who loved him as Drew, passed unexpectedly on September 18, 2025. He was a father, a son, a brother, a cousin, and a friend. He was also so much more-he was music sung at full volume on long road trips, laughter spilling out from under quilts in the rain, chasing me around the house as a dinosaur, or playing games with Hunter-whether tossing the football or storming the beaches of Normandy on the PlayStation. He always made time for his boys, and those moments were real, and they mattered. He radiated warmth, strength, and joy in every part of his life.
Drew grew up in a humble home, and even as a child, he and his brother and sisters found ways to laugh, play, and find joy in everyday moments. From an early age, Drew carried a passion for people, a playful spirit, and a love for dancing that could fill a room. He was known for his quick wit, his ability to lift spirits, and a charm that could talk anyone into just about anything. His friends knew him as someone who brought life wherever he went.
For more than 20 years, Drew was loved and cared for by his wife, Claire, who stood by him through every part of life. She supported him, believed in him, and gave him steadiness-just enough to let him smile, dance, and share joy with his family. She will always be the true hero of his story, and Drew referred to her as his angel. When she visited him after he passed, it was clear she knew he had finally found calm and clarity.
Drew treasured the small moments: a movie (probably Gladiator for the hundredth time), a car ride for a snack, singing Les Misérables at the top of his lungs so well he could have been cast, a laugh with his sons, or showing up for them when they needed to vent-a brave act, considering they were massive teenagers with a lot of emotions. Those moments were real, and they mattered.
In his final days, his cousin Nate and his household stepped in to care for him, offering companionship, support, and faith when it was needed most. Nate honored Drew as family and as a fellow fighter-a true wingman. Their bond was sealed in laughter, prayer, and late-night talks that carried honesty and love. During those days, Drew rediscovered the promises of Jesus: mercy, grace, and the quiet assurance beyond life's struggles. Through that, he gained peace of mind and clarity to be who he was meant to be, stepping fully into his light.
He was preceded in death by his father, Michael Kirkham Jarvis; his mother, Trudy Jarvis; and his sister, Lisa Jarvis. He is survived by his brother, Joe Jarvis, and his sister, Heidi Naylor.
His name continues through his sons, Michael Tanner Jarvis and Hunter Chamberlin Jarvis, and his granddaughter, Isabelle S. "Izzy" Jarvis-living reminders of his laughter, spirit, and warmth.
I hope when he crossed over, he was pulled into a hug by his dad. I hope he saw his mom on the porch, waving with the famous "Trudy wave." I hope he saw his sister Lisa ready for a round of golf, waiting for him. I hope he was greeted with love, finally home.
Dad, I know calm washed over you in the end. You were, and always will be, deeply loved. No matter your battles, you will always be our dad. Your laugh lives on in us. Your spirit lives on in us-and we will carry it forward.
To all who truly loved him-carry on his joy. Leave behind hardship, and remember him for his smile, humor, and unwavering presence. Honor him by living boldly, without holding back. He said what he wanted, joked freely, and was always there to listen. Remember his strength. He faced so much and fought until the end. Let that inspire all of you.
This loss leaves a void, but it reminds us to live generously, cherish every moment, forgive freely, and never leave love unspoken.
I love you, Papa Bear. Rest now. Hunter and I will carry the family name and fill our homes with laughter and love.
And as you would say:
"Strength and Honor!"
"Hold fast."
Rest easy, big guy. We love you, we miss you, and we will meet again.
A celebration for Andrew will be held on Saturday, September 27, 2025 at 12:00 noon. It will be at the chapel on 1600 North Main Street, Mapleton Utah 84664.