Mike R. Willis

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  • "Gayle and family- my prayers, hugs and kisses are with you."
    - Miranda Garvey
  • "To the Willis Family. Dad & I were so sad when we heard the..."
  • "Gayle and family. Our thoughts and prayers are with you in..."
    - Carl Walk
  • "I love you dad."
    - kasey willis
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Memorial visitation for Mike R. Willis will be held Tuesday, February 28, 2012 from 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm at Cashner Funeral Home. Memorial services to celebrate the life of Mike will be held Wednesday, February 29, 2012 at 12:30 pm in Cashner Colonial Chapel. Mike Willis was born April 19, 1954 and passed from this Earth on February 22, 2012. His father Frank Willis preceded him in death. Mike leaves his memoires to his wife, Gayle and his children Heather and Steven Salizar, Eric Willis, Lindsey Willis, Casey and Karly Willis and grandchildren, Soliel, Savanna and Anthony; his mother, Bennie Willis and two brothers, Teri and Ben Willis and his wife Shelly. Mike also leaves behind a host of relatives and friends. Mike Willis was a man as big as Texas, tall as a pine tree and handsome as a longhorn bull. Everyone knew him by his signature mustache, his silver dollar coin and hard-worn boots. He went by many names; son, father, uncle, husband, friend but he was most proud to be called "Cowboy" and "Papa." He could be found most days "poking hayballs" out in the pasture, training up the grandkids on how to run a hay farm and the joys of tractor-driving, and had been known to jump in his plane and fly to Lufkin for a burger and malt. Mike was a man who expected great and noble things from everyone around him and would quietly support every endeavor with love and pride. He was a true cowboy, tough as leather, working hard for his family, and living by the mantra that "daytime is for doing stuff." He knew how to quietly love you; smile when he saw you while at the same time giving you hell for the color of your shirt. He never had to say too much about it, you could see it in his eyes. He loved his grandbabies with the fierce kind of love that is normally reserved for lions and their cubs, and he thought the sun rose and set on their little faces, doting on them the only way a cowboy can, with tractors and trucks, and calves and puppies. Mike was Texas-tall clouds in the sky and wide grassy plains, running rivers and soaring birds, and Texas will always remember Mike, especially when the little ones are in the budding hayfields and the smell of rain is in the air. You are invited to view the guest book and leave written words of condolences to the family at www.cashnerconroe.com


Published on yourconroenews.com from Feb. 24 to Mar. 8, 2012