OBITUARY

Michael Henry Wilkinson

January 27, 1953November 6, 2018

Michael Henry Wilkinson was born on January 27, 1953 and passed away on November 6, 2018

REMEMBERING

Michael Henry Wilkinson

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Ken Staruk

December 27, 2018

I meant Michael in the spring of 1975. At that time I lived in a little cabin on top of Alps Hill just North of Russell Gulch which is South of Central City on Virginia Canyon Road.
At that time there were loads of folks squatting in abandoned mine cabins and other mine buildings. If it had a roof and three walls someone was living in it. None of us paid any rent, most of us didn't even know who owned the cabins. Once in a while the county building inspector Bob Crow would come by and tell us we couldn't live in the cabins but he smiled because he didn't want to bother us and he knew that we were going to stay there anyway. He was OK.
I was hanging out at my cabin one day when a guy came over and said he had bought the cabin down the road. He wanted to introduce himself.
That was when I met Michael. He didn't like being called Mike, he liked being called Michael.
We hung out a lot, drank a lot of beer, and sat on the huge mine tailings piles watching the thunder storms come in. Sometimes lightning was real close and we had to slide down off the mine tailings and run into the cabin.
Michael had gone to a Culinary Institute. When a guy named Dan decided to open a restaurant called "For the Duration", in Angelo's building in Central City, he hired Michael to be the chef. I worked in the kitchen with him for a while.
Michael opened the Hard Rock Cafe in Blackhawk.
Michael loved his Jeep and his Norton.
Michael loved his son Jesse.
Over the last twenty years I would see Michael once or twice a year. He would come to town to visit. We would usually stay up till the wee hours playing cribbage and talking.
It's hard to believe Michael is only with us in spirit now.
RIP Michael
Your friend,
Ken Staruk

Rick Wolfe

December 26, 2018

I found out today, I lost one of my best friends since 1974. Loyal, resilient, and giving. We moved to Colorado together from Dallas, supported each other through life's endeavors, and always kept in touch. I feel lucky, he visited me for two weeks last summer. Friends like that, don't get replaced. God bless his soul, family, and friends.

Jennifer Reed

November 22, 2018

Though I'm so very sorry for the loss of the family an d loved ones, I'm praying this isn't my dear friend from The Hardrock Cafe in Black Hawk. Whoever it is, RIP, but would someone please let me know if this was "my" Michael? Jesse?