Michael Dean Fleming

It's hard to believe that ten years have passed since my dad's passing. As I reflect on the memories we shared and the lessons I've learned since, I find myself examining not just who he was, but how his presence shaped me. My dad had a profound impact on many aspects of my character. His influence strengthened certain traits, while in other ways, it created challenges I've spent the last decade learning to navigate. This isn´t about blame-my father faced his own struggles, and his...

Mike was our father after our father passed away when we were very young. We all looked up to him. He taught me to be open minded and accepting of everyone. He was loved and he is missed dearly. His sister Peggy

My favorite memory of brother Mike was from 1956. He somehow got a guitar, even though he couldn't play it, he'd stand in front of mirror with his long black hair in a ducktail just like his then idol, Elvis Presley and imitate his moves while air playing the guitar. While his musical taste in later years trended toward jazz he always remained a fan of the early Elvis.

Dottie I just found out Mike passed away. I worked with him in Tallahassee at the capitol. He was a fine man and loved you dearly and we knew you loved him dearly too.

On this sixth anniversary of my dad's passing, I am thankful he did not have to endure the challenges 2020 has bestowed. Nonetheless, I miss him most during election seasons. It was our time, our shared sporting interest, to discuss, debate, and research the candidates and the issues. He passed on to me the insight for finding the truth in politics. To take a closer look and question, always question authority. That message has served me both for good and not so good. I am grateful either...

I remember the days of the Ohio State University, State Highway Police instigated riots, (while we were protesting the killing of those at Kent State and free speech), where we passed out water to the folks that were being tear gassed for watching from their porches. Mike was a dear friend to many of us. The political discussions were at times were heated, but we were learning about political surppression and control and who was right and who was wrong. I last saw Mike just before he moved...

Beautifully written! My condolences and love to all the family. RIP cousin Mike.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all of Mike's family. I just hope the memories you have of times with Mike help you get through this hard time. Love, Wanda Herl

There will be an empty chair at the holiday table this year, but it will be filled with loving memories.