Michael Roberts, 61, of Wesley died Sunday, February 21, 2016 at his home. He was born September 19, 1954 in Buckeye, Arizona to Charles and Shirley Young Roberts.
He is survived by his wife, Emilie Roberts of the home; a daughter, Michelle Roberts of Springdale; 2 brothers and 2 sisters.
Michael was a graduate of Hendrix College in Conway, Arkansas. Prior to his retirement, he worked for several companies as a sales personnel manager as well as working in Wal-Mart Store Management.
He was preceded in death by his parents, grandparents and a brother.
No services are scheduled. Cremation arrangements by Beard’s Funeral Chapel.
To my Beloved Brother,
Be free, be strong, be proud of whom you have been, know that
you will be mourned and missed, that no one can replace
you that you have loved and are beloved.
Move beyond form, flowing like water, feeding on sunlight
and moonlight, radiant as the stars in the night sky. Pass
the gates; enter the light without fear, returning to the Lord Jesus Christ our savior. Be blessed. You will always be near.
Your baby sister,
Loretta
To My Incredible Sister In Law,
I’m so sorry for your loss Em, I’m thinking of you if you need to talk I’m a call away. Love you so much. You are the best sister in law anyone could ask for.
Loretta
Mike. I loved you, my favorite big brother. We escaped. I long to see you again and know that mom, dad and grandma have shown you around by now. As you are up there slaving away, know that I live lots of bright colors and patterns in my mansion.
I know this hasn’t really hit me yet. I am still in shock, a bit. Why didn’t you let us know? Poor Danny and Kenny and Lori. They missed out of the best parts of you, like you all did with mom. and I did not take as much opportunity with as I should. The love and companionship you have with Em and Michelle, the torture we all went through as kids, the understanding you tried to give /all of us. I am so glad you were happy. so glad. Know that I am happy too, and I will see you again.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you wake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die
Becky, I think Mike would say this to you, me all of us. I love you very much. Your loving sister Lori