Celebrating the life of
Eugene H. Michael
September 08, 1929 - June 20, 2012
Eugene H. Michael 82, died Wednesday, June 20, 2012 in Savannah, GA.
Mr. Michael was born in Hazelton, PA on September 8, 1929, the son of the late Peter Eugene and Helen Kehoe Michael. He was a veteran of the United States Army where he served with the B Company of the 3rd Infantry. Following his military tenure he worked for the Armstrong Company where he held various production jobs. He later worked for St. Mary's Church and ultimately worked for Ehrlich Pest Control Services where he served as an exterminator for 19 years.
Mr. Michael was a life member of the Lancaster Moose Lodge #299. He was also a member of the Elstonville Sportsman Association and the American Legion Post 34.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his son, Danny Michael. He is survived by his wife of 56 years, Viola W. Michael of Savannah, GA; son, Carl W. Michael and wife Noelia of Savannah, GA; grandchildren, Jose H. Colon and Katiria Carabella; great-grandchildren, Justin Colon and Nicholas Palacios; sister, Patsy Anderson of Lancaster, PA and brother, Earl Michael of New Jersey.
A memorial service will be held Saturday, June 23, 2012 at 10:00 a.m. at St. Peter the Apostle Catholic Church, 7020 Concord Road, Savannah, GA 31410.
In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Hospice Savannah, P.O. Box 13190, Savannah, GA 31416.
The Soldier's Prayer The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass... He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and Said,'No, Lord, I guess I ain't... Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfully tough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here... They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand.' There was a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod... As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God, 'Step forward now you soldier, Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.'
- Katiria Caraballo, Ft Lewis, WA
Grandpa Mike was the easiest person to get along with. Whenever I saw him there was a piece of chocolate or a dollar in his pocket for me. He took such good care of my grandma and the most important thing that he taught me was there was always something to smile about, there was always something to laugh about and be grateful for. To this day, all I can do is think of him and smile. Like my grandfather before I joined the Army as well with two years in service already and one deployment under my belt as a Military Police, I can only HOPE to be as great as my grandpa was. We love you and miss you like crazy. Save a seat for me up there Grandpa, we have a lot to talk about when i get there you and I.
- Katiria Caraballo, Ft Lewis, WA
I am so sorry to hear of Big Mike's passing. I think of him often and helping him. To Viola, he was the best. My memories of you and Mike will remain with me.
- Cyndy Henry, Pequea, PA
The Soldier's Prayer The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass... He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and Said,'No, Lord, I guess I ain't... Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfully tough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here... They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand.' There was a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod... As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God, 'Step forward now you soldier, Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.'
- Katiria Caraballo, Ft Lewis, WA
Grandpa Mike was the easiest person to get along with. Whenever I saw him there was a piece of chocolate or a dollar in his pocket for me. He took such good care of my grandma and the most important thing that he taught me was there was always something to smile about, there was always something to laugh about and be grateful for. To this day, all I can do is think of him and smile. Like my grandfather before I joined the Army as well with two years in service already and one deployment under my belt as a Military Police, I can only HOPE to be as great as my grandpa was. We love you and miss you like crazy. Save a seat for me up there Grandpa, we have a lot to talk about when i get there you and I.
- Katiria Caraballo, Ft Lewis, WA
I am so sorry to hear of Big Mike's passing. I think of him often and helping him. To Viola, he was the best. My memories of you and Mike will remain with me.
- Cyndy Henry, Pequea, PA
Services under the direction of:
Fox & Weeks Funeral Directors, Hodgson Chapel
912-352-7200
