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Michael J. Mullinax

Baltimore, Maryland

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MULLINAX , Michael J. On September 10, 2008, MICHAEL JOSEPH "Little Mikey" MULLINAX; cherished son of Joe Jr., and Deborah Mullinax; loving grandson of Joe Sr., and Patricia Mullinax of NC; and Edward Wharton, Jr.; dear brother of Frederick Rach, III, and his wife Catherine;...

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Joe and Debbie, you are in our prayers. Mikey was such a vibrant personality and I always held a fondness for him as a little boy. I'm sad I didn't get to know him more as he grew up.

I will always remember the great times we had together as boyfriend/girlfriend i will never forget how you made me smile and laugh all the time even i was haven a bad day you always cheered me up!!.. You will always be loved and i will always love u with all of my heart and soul!!! I love you Mikey..

Britany Guarnera

Michael,
I will always remember that angelic face of yours, your beautiful smile and bright eyes. I'll remember you for the little fisherman you loved to be and the great little baseball player. Now that you are knocking on heaven's door, I pray the Lord will welcome you with open arms. You and Mommy are always in my prayers. Love, Aunt Suzie

My deepest sympathy on your loss. Though I only knew Mikey for a short time, he always had a smile on his face and brought laughter to his friends around him. He will be truly missed by his family and friends.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.

You are in our thoughts and prayers.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may...