Murray Andreychuk 

March 7, 1957 to January 15, 2026 

Murray Andreychuk passed away on January 15, 2026, at the age of 68, at his acreage in Spruce  Grove, Alberta. 

Murray was born on March 7, 1957, to Marshall and Mary Andreychuk. He grew up in  Edmonton as the fifth “M” among his siblings, Melanie, Michelle, Mike, and Maurine. He  trained as a welder at NAIT and went on to build a life as a dedicated business owner. In 1982,  he married Angela Andreychuk. 

In many ways, Murray was a simple man. He rose early, drank a pot of coffee, and watched the  sunrise. Much of his wardrobe came from Value Village. He could often be found working on  his truck, a lifelong love–hate relationship that he kept going through patience, ingenuity, and  swapping parts long after most would have given up. He had a sharp ear for music and a leather  jacket that never quit. 

In other ways, Murray was anything but simple. His natural creativity, paired with a go-hard-or go-home mindset, showed up in outrageous costumes for his children. That same spirit came out  in the holidays. Christmas was never subtle in the Andreychuk home. Murray found outlandishly  large, always real, Christmas trees and hung watermelon-sized bulbs from the ceiling. 

Murray knew how to laugh, and he knew how to tell a story. Many remember him at the kitchen  table, head tipped back, “busting a gut.” His beloved donkey, Mona, was often an accomplice.  One of his favourite tricks was feeding her a whole navel orange, peel and all, and watching her  bite into it. She would freeze in confusion and spray juice everywhere. Murray was known to  say, “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.” His stories were not always the place to  go for facts, but they were always a place to go for another laugh. 

Family life often unfolded outdoors. It included camping trips and long days of fishing together.  Summer days would begin in the garden and ended with bonfires and barbecues. A lifelong  motocross enthusiast, Murray built a track on his acreage for himself and his children. He loved  riding with them and sharing his sport. He was equally at home exploring trails and back roads along the North Saskatchewan River and once travelled to Mexico to ride in the Baja 1000. 

More than anything, Murray saw himself as a provider. He carried a grit that stood out even  among the toughest men of his industry and era. He went where the work was, often spending  long stretches away from home. The years and the distance took their toll, but he believed what  he was doing was right, and that conviction never wavered. Whatever else was complicated, his  love for his family was steady and expressed through work, service, and doing what needed to be  done. 

Throughout his life, and to the end, Murray was honest. He was honest about his limitations,  including how hard it could be to show up for his family in the ways they needed. The good  times were real, but so was the distance. He loved them deeply, but he struggled to receive their  love or to see that what they wanted most was his presence and time. In grieving Murray, his 

family grieves the moments they had, the moments they wished they had, and the hopes they  carried for a future with him. 

His legacy lives on through his six children, their spouses, and seven grandchildren. Arrangements have been entrusted to Pointe West Cremation and Funeral Services.