MICHAEL “MIKE” MORADO
Michael “Mike” Morado, Jr., 67, of Kansas City, Mo passed away October 21, 2014 after a brave year and a half long battle with cancer. He entered the heavenly gates surrounded by his loving family at Kansas City Hospice House. Mass of Christian Burial was on Saturday, October 25, 2014 at Christ the King Church. Interment was at Calvary Cemetery. Mike was born September 30, 1947 in Chicago, IL to Michael, Sr. and Rachel Morado. He was a proud veteran of the US Army. Mike received his degree from Rockhurst University and devoted 39 years to his work as a computer programmer at the US Dept. of Agriculture.
Mike loved history, movies, music, his ever growing comic book collection and his family. His favorite pastime after his retirement in 2009 was spending time with his best friend and wife of 40 years, Doris Morado. Mike was a dedicated father, working hard all his life to put his four children through 12 years of catholic school. He was also a proud and loving grandfather “Papa” who loved to spoil his grandchildren. Mike was very active in the Christ the King Catholic community, serving as Booster club president, school board member, carnival coordinator and coaching countless sports teams for his four children. To know him was to love him, and he will dearly be missed by many.
Mike was preceded in death by his parents and an infant son, David Morado. Survivors include his wife, Doris Morado; children, Jason Morado and wife Dani, Kenda Morado-Bacott and husband Josh, Jared Morado and Suzie Morado; grandchildren, Violet and Lucy Bacott, Peat Morado and Cameron Folsom; brothers, Richard, Joe and Raymond Morado; sisters, Gloria Tirado and Rose Magers; several nieces and nephews.
Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.muehleachchapel.com
A Tribute to our Dad
Dad we have so many things to thanks you for, so here’s a start.
You taught us that sculptures and paintings, aren’t the only form of art.
There is music, movies, museums and even comic books.
Sunday morning breakfast was your famous special treat.
Bacon and eggs made to order and wrestling on TV, you always made sure we each had our favorite eats.
Blazing hot summers, or bitter evenings of Fall.
Your favorite place to be was watching us play ball.
Watching a day long tournament, or coaching practice for half an hour, Through your selfless support, Dad, we knew nothing made your prouder.
You loved our friends like your own and knew them all by name, Kindness and generosity made Michael Morado a name of fame.
Most of all you taught us how to show we care.
Strangers are always a “Hello Sir” and a “Thank you Ma’am”.
Loyalty and respect, were just a few of the traits you loved to share,
We are heartbroken Dad, because your time came too soon, we know.
But this world was blessed to know such a gentle peaceful soul.
Dad, you are our true superhero.
Love, Jason, Kenda, Jared and Suzie.
My Big Brother Michael
Michael was ten years older than myself.
He loved, loved, loved comic books and has a huge collection.
Bruce Lee was one of his favorite heroes along with most of the super heros, Batman, Superman, The Green Hornet, The Incredible Hulk and etc.
As a teenager he always listened to his transistor radio playing his favorite station WLS in Chicago. Music was another one of Michael’s passions.
The “Animals”, “Rolling Stones”, “The Kinks”, “The Dave Clarke Five” and everything “Motown”. He loved it all.
At four o’clock everyday after school we would watch “American Bandstand” live from Philadelphia.
Michael and my sister Gloria would move the coffee table over in our tiny Row House Apartment, turning our small living room into a dance floor. They concentrated and practiced all the new dance moves. I can still picture it and can clearly hear my sister yelling Michael you’re not doing that right. Let’s try it again.
Michael was very kind.
He would buy ice cream for me when the Mister Softee Ice Cream Truck came down our street.
I always had the cutest barrettes since he worked at the Goody Hair Factory after school. He would buy prizes for me from those gum machines. I had quite a ring collection.
Michael would let me sit next to him when we all did our homework at the dining room table. He would draw pictures for me or write stories. He had the best penmanship.
I missed him when he joined the army. He was gone for three years during the Vietnam War.
When he came home, be began working at the Department of Agriculture with my dad. He started dating then married my Dads secretary Doris Bettles.
The month before my brother passed away Doris and Michael had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary, and also his 67th birthday.
Michael and Doris have the best four children in the whole world.
The day before my brother went to the Hospice House I was sitting next to him as it seemed I always enjoyed doing. I was holding his hand and I looked at him and he at me. I said “Hey Michael” and he whispered “Rosie, my stomach hurts.”