March 9, 1963 – March 24, 2018
Michael Douglas Partin, age 55, passed away on March 24, 2018, at his home in Sikeston, MO. Born March 9, 1963, in Sikeston, MO. to the late Bill and Naomi Sue Johnson Partin. Survivors include: his fiancé, Molly Nirider of Sikeston, MO.; one son Zac Partin of Colorado Springs, CO.; one daughter, Alecia Partin of Granby, CO.; one brother; four sisters; and one granddaughter, Brystol Lowe of Granby, CO. Visitation will be held Wednesday March 28, 2018 from 5:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. at Nunnelee Funeral Chapel in Sikeston, MO. On line condolences may be sent to www.nunneleefuneralchapel.com
No services are scheduled at this time. Receive a notification when services are updated.
have a memory or condolence to add?ADD A MEMORY
receive updates when new memories are postedRECEIVE UPDATES
March 28, 2018
Hero, role model, best mechanic, best story teller, just the coolest guy. All words to best describe my uncle. As a little boy, no one in this world was cooler than Uncle Mike . He was the epitome of what i wanted to be. Tall, dark and handsome, could fix anything with motor, and he had the most beautiful wife. I often thought, if i could be just like him, I would have it made. As years would pass by in my youth, the memories between us would become less frequent but still just as important as the last. I'll never forget, the day my grandpa passed, HE came to pick me up from school, with red eyes and that infectionionist smile, he held his composier. He took me and my older brother to the gas station and told us boys to get whatever we wanted. We came out with hands full of candy, and he had that proud look on his face, just like he knew Mom and Dad would be mad about him loading us up with candy, but he was the uncle, so he was intitled to do what wasn't exactly right.. That was just Uncle Mike... He never told us grandpa had passed. As we drove past the hospital, my brother and i both asked why we weren't stopping. We kept on driving to Vanduser. He told us we were going to Grandpa's house. We just thought that grandpa was better, he got to go home. When we finally got to grandpa's, Aunt Brenda broke the news. It wasn't until a few days later, my mom's 30th birthday when we had the funeral at Nunlee, that we finally saw the big man cry. Talk about devistating to a young boy. My hero is crying, what is going on? I remember as bad as he was hurting, he still did the best he could to comfort his older sisters and especially my mom on her birthday. It's like when grandpa passed, he didn't question his role from that moment forward, he knew that he had to step up and take his daddy's place. He had to be the man that his sisters still needed... Uncle Mike, you left an impact on us, and you will never be forgotten. I will see you again...