Burt "Mickey" Michael Corrigan

Born in San Antonio, Texas, Mickey lived life to the fullest and had a gift for making friends wherever he went.

Mickey served in the United States Navy from 1970 to 1975, including time aboard the USS Roosevelt. After his service, he began a career working in real estate. He later moved into real estate development and eventually started a commercial construction company of his own.

An avid hunter and fisherman, Mickey felt at home in the outdoors. He loved hunting trophy whitetail bucks in Mexico and South Texas and spent many memorable years hunting on some of South Texas’s famous ranches. Winter was his favorite time of year because it meant hunting season. When a good cold front blew in and the sky turned overcast, Mickey would light up. Those, he’d say, were “Bucky days.”

Mickey also loved searching for arrowheads and artifacts which was one of his favorite ways to spend a day. But what made those days even better was sharing them. Whether he was taking a nephew, a friend, or someone new hunting or fishing, Mickey welcomed anyone willing to come along. He loved passing on what he knew and seeing someone else discover the joy he found outdoors.

He loved to cook, too, and made the best barbecue and steaks. Sharing a meal was another way Mickey brought people together.

Mickey was strong and capable, but he had a gentle soul. He would do anything for anybody. He loved his family and friends wholeheartedly. A wonderful storyteller, he could draw people in and make them feel as though they were right there with him. He made the people around him feel glad to be part of his life.

He is survived by his wife, Sylvia Corrigan; his children, Brett (Wendy), Cassie (Joe), Marissa (Jacob), Matt (Amber), and Celeste; his nine beloved grandchildren, Barrett, Beckett, Lila, Avery, Wyatt, Cameron, Hunter, Brooke, and Krista; his brother, Brian; and his sisters, Joyce, Erin, Cathy, Colleen, and Charlene.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Charles and Mary Corrigan; his brother, Danny; and his sisters, Patsy and Bootsie.

You could live a thousand lifetimes and never meet another man like Mickey. He was one of a kind, and if you knew him, you knew. To know Mickey was to know strength, kindness, and what it means to be a good man. May his memory remind us all to love wholeheartedly and be generous to others.