Orville Lindbergh Mickelson

Orville “Mike” Lindbergh Mickelson Orville was born on 2/4/1928 in Tacoma, WA and passed away 3/31/2013 in Federal Way, WA. He was preceded in death by his loving wife of 58 years, Betty; and beloved daughter of 19 years, Kari. Survived by daughter Kim Nevares; son Bret Mickelson; son Todd (Patrice) Mickelson; 7 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. Per dad’s wishes, there will be no funeral service. Kim Mickelson-Nevares (daughter) will schedule a Memorial at a later date. PLEASE CONTACT HER IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN ATTENDING. NO DATE HAS BEEN SET YET. I'd like to share a little bit about our Father aka “Dad”, who wore many hats and went by many names. To the Grandchildren and Great-Grandchildren he was known as “Papa”. He was also known as “Mike” by many of his friends and co-workers; along with "Big O". And last but certainly not least, he was called “Honey” (most of the time anyway), of course by our Precious and Much Beloved Mother aka “Mom”. Orv aka Mike, was a man whose sense of humor and kind heart touched every person who crossed his pathway. You never knew what was going to come out of his mouth; and, after it did, you never forgot it! He was a dedicated husband and father, a hard-working employee, and a friend to all. He was always for the underdog. He loved working in his yard and spent most of his entire weekends dedicated to making his HUGE yard look like a golf course! In fact, it was so beautiful that people even had their weddings in their yard. He and mom took a lot of pride in their home and yard, and were always outside together, mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool, or setting up for an event which they did many times throughout the years for friends and family. And, it was never a problem if someone brought a stranger or many strangers to my parents.... They treated everyone like family! Grandpa/Papa "Orv" was a man who loved little children and spent many years and time with all of his grand/great-grandchildren. Whether it be babysitting, teaching them to play ball, watching Barney or Molly and the Comfy Couch on TV, or cooking them something to eat - HE DID IT ALL! In fact, I think all of the grand/great-grandchildren were taught how to swim in my mom and dad's beautiful pool by our parents. And when he knew they were coming over, he'd actually meet them at the front door and would say, "What took you so long!" Our father didn't talk much about spiritual things, but if you caught him "in the moment"...Wow - He really shared some of his deepest thoughts about the Lord, his love for Gospel Music, and how he stuck up many times for people who he saw were being treated unfairly. He and mom loved to tune in to Joel Osteen (TV Preacher) to listen to his jokes which he tells before every sermon and then they would end up watching the entire program. I have no doubt they are with the Lord now and dad is still telling his funny jokes and stories with a crowd of people around him, (including Jesus) laughing their heads off! NO one could tell a joke like dad! It was very hard to let dad go. But he lived a good, long life and was loved by multitudes of people, from his family and friends, to people from all walks of life. He was a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day and if it wasn't such a good day, well.... it was best to say Hi dad and go see mom (who had the patience of Job). We're glad our dad is now reunited with mom, Kari, and many family and friends who passed before him. Until we see him again - WE LOVE YOU DAD AND ALREADY MISS YOU!!!