On December 13, 2020, Michael Eugene Spurgeon passed away unexpectedly in North Kansas City Hospital at the age of 59. Michael is survived by his only daughter, Kristina Walker (Spurgeon), and five siblings Judy Douglas, Mary Pope, Jackie Spurgeon, Steve Spurgeon, & Cindy Long (Spurgeon). He was preceded in death by His Father: Roy Spurgeon, Stepfather: Butch Brungardt, Mother Katherine Brungardt (Spurgeon): Brother Bill Spurgeon. Michael was born in January 4, 1961 in Kansas City, Missouri. 

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What I recall of my dad

He worked a variety of different jobs and was well known for working on cars as he worked for the family auto shop in his late teens, early adulthood. He worked for the J.C Penny Motor Company in Metro-North Shopping Center for ten years. He also had his own lawn service for a while before he let his gambling habits get the best of him. He was married at the age of nineteen with one child and divorced at the age of twenty-two from his first wife. He remarried several years later, however, divorce was unknown, and no children came from the second marriage. Mike was a social person who enjoyed consuming spirits at the local tavern, wherever he might have resided at times. He liked to share stories and made jokes, sometimes and other people’s expense. He had a way of talking to people that made them temporarily enjoy his presents while conversing, sometimes letting him vent out his emotions about his struggles in life. Mike was like a tea, unsweetened tea, that had a bitter taste to it at times. He was not everyone’s cup of tea, people struggled to choke down his crude humorous ways of venting and conversing. Some people had sympathy for him, others empathized with him and there are those who loved him the most who could simply no longer condone his toxic behaviors and how he carried himself.

Note to my dad!

I remember my father from the age of seven, and he would come to pick me up in his red Ford ranger that he hung on to for what seemed forever. I remember the communication between him, and I was not always positive or insightful at times, but none the less he was my father. As I grew older, the conversations became harder to handle. His joking ways became almost unbearable with my developing young mind, I grew up thinking how he spoke to me was normal. My father taught me some unbelievably valuable lessons during each visit, without really any effort on his part. Every negative comment that would come from his mouth was his way of projecting his pain onto others. He had a way of sharing his emotions that have stuck with me for my whole life, and this is me setting those emotions free for him since he was never strong enough to do it for himself.

I remember my dad would always ask me to rub his back, I thought it was an odd task for a child, I complied at times. I often found he was ticklish on his sides and he did not like it much, but he would laugh at me, telling me to stop tickling him. It was in those few moments I was able to see his more human, vulnerable side come out of hiding. To this day I find tickling and being tickled strangely amusing and oddly enough therapeutic. He had a way of making me laugh, which often made it hard for me to take in his negative comments when he did have something crude to say. My relationship with my dad was very up and down, I tried coming back into his life off and on out through my younger adult years. However, his behavior and negative thinking made it very difficult to talk to him and really build any type of relationship in general.
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