After a long, courageous battle with illness, Michael passed with his family by his side shortly after 2pm Monday August 31.
A Celebration Of Michael's Life followed by a reception will be held on Sunday October 4th 3-6pm in the Clubhouse at Tam O'Shanter Golf And Country Club 1313 183rd Ave NE Bellevue, WA
In lieu of flowers please donate to Childhaven, Hopelink or the charity of your choice.
Michael Sexton, 78, born on September 18, 1936 and passed away on August 31, 2015. We will remember him forever.
Tributes
Leave a tributeWe read of Mike's anniversary on the "net" and once more we are reminded of our wonderful friends, the Sextons whom we got to know in Sydney, Australia. I can safely say, Mike and Rita were the greatest friends we have ever known. I could write pages, but I won't. As you are well aware, we loved spending time with you and Mike and as you remember, we had many a great laugh. We remember Mike and always will. He was not just "SPECIAL", he was one in a million an from the day you left Australia, we've missed you all. But Mike (as you know) was one person one could NEVER forget. You and the "boys" are and always will be in our hearts. Brendan & Christine
Miss you.
I cherish the day you came into my life. Not only are you my friends father and FIL, I'm proud to have called you my friend.
Our time in Italy was so special as was other times.
I hope you cross paths with my Dad in Heaven. He'd love your travel stories and you'd enjoy his company as well.
Hugs, Kelly.
Love you Dad
Three years have passed and I still wonder why you haven't called? Surely there are phones in Heaven. Just to let you know the all Ireland finals are this weekend and I have the Martinis ready. Miss you buddy. Mr Sick
I poured two Martinis tonight each with two olives. Guess who drank both of them? Ok, I did ask if you wanted mine but I drank them both and then made another one just in case.
Miss you and think about you not only when I have a Martini. Hope you have convienced the Saints upstairs by now to switch to Vodka and sent the Gin to hell.
TTFN.
Mr Sick
Well this afternoon was great. Lots of people came out not to say good by but we will see you later. Karl was fantastic and you would be very proud of how he organized the event. I'm sure Paula might argue the point but together they pulled off a great celebration of your life.
I hope my remarks didn't offend anybody but if if did screw them.
I didn't know you had that many friends. If I had to bet how many we're going to show up you would have won another bet from me.
As Humphrey Bogart said " Here's looking at you kid"
Mr Sick
He will be missed indeed. My thoughts and prayers to Rita, Karl and Paul. Lee S.
Just wanted to leave you a note ( I know your reading this) to remind you that the Rugby World Cup has started.You told me Japan has no right to be in the tournament and to bet the house on anybody who plays against Japan.
Well the greatest upset in the history of Rugby has happened and I am now homeless. Japan was a 2,000 to 1 underdog to win the match.
Please ask St. Peter if he will admit a homeless guy from Florida.
Thanks,
Mr Sick
We were deeply saddened by the news of Michael’s passing. Joan and I remember fondly your stay in the Hudson Valley many years ago; and we enjoyed meeting Michael a few years ago at the Aer Lingus reunion hosted by Michael and Lorraine McKenna on board the Holland America liner in New York harbor. Aer Lingus and Holland America were fortunate to have him represent their companies and the travel industry.
May the wonderful memories of his full life help you and your family to carry on during this sad time.
Patrick and Joan Miskell
As I type this I can so clearly hear Michael's voice in my ears! I met Michael in 1984 when I first started with Holland America Line as the first Onboard Sales Manager. I walked into the HAL office to meet Dick Van Hussen before heading out to the ms Noordam which was only 6 months old at the time. Before leaving the office Dick brought me around to meet several key people at HAL. The first were Margaret Binnendyk, Brian Porter and Michael. I will never forget the warmth and welcome I received from Michael all those years ago. That warmth and welcome from that gentle man remained the same each and every time I saw him over many decades! Although we will all miss him, I thank God we had the honor to know him!
Gerald
Eddie
Leave a Tribute
Slán abhaile
I wonder if there's internet access in heaven? ...does the wifi only work well in the lobby....?
Well Uncle Michael, as you look out at me from this digital page, in your various guises.... younger Michael, younger Michael again and with no tache, well-turned-out Michael graciously accepting an honour... for some reason the first story that comes into my head about you doesn't have Rita in it at all, and to me this is bizarre...
< pause to note that this site does not have auto-correct spelling! And who on earth knows how to spell bizzarre???!! Apologies in advance for all spelling errors herein... maybe God will correct them for me be fore you log-in Uncle Michael... >
... (ok, back to the story)... yes, bizzare/bizzarre/bizarr to have a story about Michael that doesn't feature Rita too, because to me it's always been RitaandMichael (and never MichaelandRita... enough said), like fishandchips, or ginandtonic, or StatlerandWaldorf... and it always will be RitaandMichael because as long as you are alive in the memory of the people who knew you, you live on, that's the way it is.
So, yeah, being not only my Aunt and Uncle, but also my Godparents (lucky them, eh?!), Rita and Michael were kind enough (they were not actually given an option, to the best of my knowledge...) to have me stay with them in Bellevue a time or two, and it was on one of these visits that I have a distinct memory of opening my eyes (barely... long story) to find Uncle Michael checking for my pulse, and looking decidedly relieved to find it.
In hindsight, his relief may have been as closely related to his success at summoning some historic first aid training skills, as it was to me being alive!
In my haze (my darling cousin Paul and his friends - all of whom were always very good to me, and were highly entertaining fun, it must be said - had introduced me to Jagermeister the previous evening. Unfortunately they probably hadn't considered monitoring my intake, me being an "adult" and all...) anyway, in my half-concious haze, I remember thinking, as Uncle Michael checked to see if he was down a Godchild, how nice and soft and warm his hands were.... and how nice it was of him to check in on me...
This was immediately prior to me realising that I absolutely had to vomit NOW (!) and then leaping from my apparent unconsciousness, and dashing out of the room like Usain Bolt out of the blocks for the 100m final!!! I'm fairly sure I knocked Uncle Michael over, in my attempt not to spew all over him, and even if I didn't, I definitely gave him a pretty good fright!
By the time I came back from the bathroom, Michael had gone back to the kitchen, ...and by the time Rita rocked home a few hours later there was almost no evidence that she'd nearly lost a niece, or that I'd nearly knocked Michael out while he was nursing me out of my self-induced coma!
So thanks for that Uncle Michael, thanks lots. And I'll toast you with that memory, and a knowing smile...
slán abhaile,
xxxx Fi