Michael "Mike" W. Jones
September 9, 1972 ~ April 9, 2016
Age 43 of Stacy. Loving Dad Son, passed away unexpectedly on April 9, 2016. Preceded in death by mother, Kay-Lyn; brothers, Jim Joe; sister, Casey. Survived by wife, Hallie; children, Collin Kenzie; father, Roger (Katherine); many other relatives friends. A Celebration of Mikes life 12 Noon Saturday, April 16th at Roberts Family Life Celebration Home, 555 SW Centennial Drive, Forest Lake, with visitation beginning at 10 AM until time of service. Memorials preferred to the family. Burial will take place at 12 Noon Monday, April 18th in St Bruno Cemetery, Dousman, WI.
Your smile says it all, peace be with you – Arnie
You are going to be missed!
My heart goes out to Mike’s family during this difficult time. I will miss our friendly banter dearly!
To many people Mike was a “salesman”, but I was fortune enough to have known and been a client of his for many years, and considered him to be my friend. In addition to being knowledgeable, hard-working, and helpful, Mike was always fun to be around. Mike always put in a good word for me, and was very helpful when I started my own business. For that he has my eternal gratitude. I have many fond memories, but will certainly miss you my friend. My sympathy goes out to Mike’s family and friends. By God’s grace may you find peace.
Prayers to all of Mike’s loved ones in this difficult time. May God’s light shine on you for comfort and protection.
Lighting a candle for Collin and Kenzie that their Dad is shining down on them!
Mike brought his flare, insight, and wit into every encounter. I miss you buddy.
Collin and Mackenzie – your Dad loved you very much.
You will be missed, I looked forward to your visits, we always would have laugh about something.
You will be missed by those you have left behind. But I’m sure there are cheers and shouts of “Welcome!” by those that have proceeded you. Rest easy my friend.
For Collin, Kenzie, and Halle:
“Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”
Although you have shed your mortal bonds, you now walk on a peaceful path with those that have gone before. The Angels have taken you to the Promised Land and the Father has greeted you at his table. Drink from His cup and eat from His bounty and let your soul be truly free. You will always be with us.
Peace to my work husband/best friend of 16 years. My heart is broken into a million pieces. I hope your darkness is gone and the light is now visible. I love you Monkey!
I will miss you. Your kids are in my thoughts and prayers. Love always!
Mary Zeigler
Power/mation