Michael C. Dutton

You are not forgotten.

You are remembered. You are treasured. To those who love you your spirit is eternal.

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this difficult time. My mother June Rose Dutton was Roy's cousin. I don't remember Mike as a small child. May god bless you and your family. Stephanie Wilkins-Edsall

I worked with Mike many years ago at Martin Marietta. Hw was a fine man, and it was a privilege to have known him. My sympathies go out to the Dutton family.

Mike made me feel like a lifelong friend ten minutes after I met him. I'm grateful to have known him, he was an unforgettable person. My prayers go out to everyone who loved him, especially Caitlin, Maggie, and Matt.

Mike is a wonderful person who always had a smile on his face. He loved to play soccer in elementary school and junior high. I remember many "kick ball" games on either Cullen Lake Shore Dr. or on Monet. Mike grew up on the lake and rode bikes, climbed trees and walked through the woods that surrounded Lake Conway Estates, before there were other developments. Many times, Mike would join groups of kids who would gather to ride their bikes to the Shell Station and the Little General Store...

To The Dutton Family: I am SO sorry for the tragic loss of Mike: son, father, friend... Although your hearts are broken in a million pieces right now, I hope that in the difficult days/months ahead, you'll find strengh & some kind of acceptance in all of this. I live next door to Rene & Dan and met Mike at one of their gatherings a couple of summers ago. Even we only spoke briefly, I remember Mike as being a kind, genuinely nice & likeable guy. I wish you peace in your journey. Pat

Mike,
Although I never had the chance to meet you, your beautiful children are testimony to the light of God in you. May we all find peace in knowing you have found that light once again. Though we shower this family in our prayers, please comfort them as best you can from that beautiful place where we will all meet again someday.

Words don't really cut it. I did not really know Mike at work, sat near him for a while. Having lost my dad last year I know it is not easy. Time heals, words help some. Wish I could offer the right words, just know others are there and you are not alone.