On Tuesday, October 11, 2022, Kaleb Cribb reportedly passed dead suddenly, according to an online obituary. The deceased’s cause of death, however, was not made public.
As we grieve alongside family and friends for this significant loss, words can’t adequately express our sorrow for your loss. We were deeply saddened to learn of the passing of the deceased. Accept our sympathies, and may God comfort you via our prayers. Kindly accept our sincere sympathies.
Over 20 years ago, I was working at Thronateeska Heritage Museum…AKA…The Train Depot, in downtown Albany, GA. One day, 2 teenaged goofy dudes walked into my office and wanted to talk about throwing all age rock n roll shows. They had no money and big ideas. I just happened to be a huge advocate for local bands, and had helped with, performed at, held other local shows for years!! Kaleb Cribb and Tim Smith immediately became my friends. We begged borrowed, got sponsors. We put on aprox a dozen shows. All featured local bands like TRACY FLIPS, D.B.F., BLACKBELT JONES, MONROE BROWN, VALHALLA, HOVER, and many more! These “kids” LOVED performing. LOVED MUSIC. But, most of all, LOVED the people of this city enough to stick out their necks over and over to bring music here from all over the area. I WILL TRULY MISS KALEB. I will never forget how this group of guys kept me in the “local music scene” loop, and fueled my desire to keep it going, which I have for decades. My heart goes out to all of Kaleb’s friends and family. – Alison McCorkle-Cleland wrote
It’s difficult to find words to support the many people grieving right now. Kaleb Cribb embodied community, joy and championed friends. He was the guy to lean on through happy things and the sad things. Love to everyone. What a dear dear soul. #ynwa sweet friend. – Angela English Hansberger wrote
What an unfair world. Kaleb Cribb hoisted Noah on his shoulders for the boy’s first Braves game, offered me drinks and hugs and jokes during his time here in Athens and was a genuine soul. He told me about poetry I should read and more often than not referred to me as “Pants” instead of Lona. We went to the re-opening of the Georgia Theatre together and he brought me a milkshake once when I was sick. The last time I saw him was at the Jimmy Eat World show at the 40 Watt pre-pandemic. We hugged and went off on our respective ways. You never know when a hug will be the last one. This sucks. – Lona Panter also wrote
Please send prayers and sympathies to the deceased’s family and friends; they would be greatly appreciated during this trying time.
