Michael Rogers Parker was born March 20, 1947 in San Antonio, Texas and passed away on October 21, 2011 in Temple, Texas, at the age of 64.
Michael graduated from Phyllis Wheatly High School in San Antonio. He proudly served his country in the United States Army.
Funeral services were held on October 28 at the Branford/Dawson Funeral Chapel in Temple, with Pastor U.C. Barnes, Sr., Corinth Missionary Baptist Church offering Words of Comfort.
Interment services were conducted at 2:00 P.M. on the same day, at the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery at Killeen, Texas. At the cemetery, to welcome the arriving fam
ily and friends, were fifty American flags blowing in the brisk Texas wind, and the Patriot Guard Riders.After the flag draped casket was moved from the hearse to the committal shelter, the Riders formed a line of American flags around the shelter.
The United States Army Honor Guard rendered military honors. The American flag that draped the casket was folded into the traditional triangle. The Army bugler played taps.
The folded flag was then presented to Michael's dear wife, Karen, on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for Michael's honorable and faithful service.
Michael Parker was then laid to rest on the sloping plain of the cemetery, as the American flag flew at half-staff, in his honor, at the top of the hill. Left to cherish his memory are his wife, two sons, two daughters, three brothers, four sisters, eight grandchildren and a host of other dear family and friends.
God saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
He gently closed those loving eyes.
And whispered, - peace be thine.
The weary hours and the days of pain,
The sleepless nights are passed.
The ever patient, worn-out frame,
Has found sweet rest at last.
God saw that you were getting weary;
So He did what He knew best.
He came and stood beside you,
And whispered - come and rest.
You bid no one a last farewell,
Not even a goodbye.
And the hills were hard to climb.
He gently closed those loving eyes.
And whispered, - peace be thine.
The weary hours and the days of pain,
The sleepless nights are passed.
The ever patient, worn-out frame,
Has found sweet rest at last.
God saw that you were getting weary;
So He did what He knew best.
He came and stood beside you,
And whispered - come and rest.
You bid no one a last farewell,
Not even a goodbye.
And only God knows why!
With thanks to the Branford/Dawson Funeral home for biographical information.
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