Michael Neal Rabon

Michael Neal Rabon

06/26/1967 - 09/05/2025

In the gentle embrace of twilight, as stars alight the firmament to herald the end of day, so

did Michael Neal Rabon, a soul of boundless creativity and spirit, depart from this earthly

stage. Born under the summer sun of Santa Barbara, California, on the twenty-sixth of June

in the year 1967, Michael, known to all by his given name, embarked upon life's grand

adventure with the vigor of a tempest and the curiosity of a scholar.

His journey led him to the hallowed halls of Fresno State, where he delved into the annals

of history, a subject that would forever capture his imagination and influence the many

roads he would travel. As a truck driver, he traversed the vast landscapes of our nation, a

modern-day Argonaut in pursuit of life's Golden Fleece, his heart beating in tandem with

the rhythm of the open road.

Michael's soul was a canvas upon which the vibrant colors of art and music painted the tale

of his existence. His life was a symphony, each movement a testament to his passion for the

finer things that stir the human spirit. In the quiet moments, one could find him lost in

thought, his mind exploring the boundless realms of creativity that lay within.

He was, to those who had the privilege of his acquaintance, a man of interesting

countenance, whose spirited laughter and creative spark illuminated the lives of all around

him. As Shakespeare once penned, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women

merely players." Michael played his part with a fervor that would have pleased the Bard

himself, leaving a legacy etched in the memories of those who loved him dearly.

His life's tapestry is woven with the love of his family, his youngest daughter Alexis Rabon,

etching her father's teachings into her heart, and his eldest daughter Elizabeth Freitas,

upholding her father's legacy of passion and curiosity. They, the bearers of his flame, shall

carry forth his spirit into the morrow.

As the poet John Donne once wrote, "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a

piece of the continent." So it was with Michael, whose spirit was not confined to the

singular, but spread out into the world, touching lives and shaping moments with the

indelible mark of his presence.

On a day in Fresno, California, Michael's journey reached its earthly conclusion, a life lived

with the freedom and authenticity that many aspire to but few achieve. His passage from

this mortal coil, though marked by the tribulations of a lifestyle fully embraced, is not an

end but a transformation into the eternal spiritual essence that he so fervently believed in.

Let us not mourn the setting sun, for it promises the glory of another dawn. Michael Neal

Rabon, a man of history, art, and music, has found his rest, leaving behind the echoes of a

life richly lived and a world more interesting for his having been in it. May his story be told

in the annals of time, and may his spirit soar on the wings of eternity.