Michael L. Sutulovich

Michael L. Sutulovich, 66, passed into the hands of God on December 2, 2015, after a progressive illness, surrounded by his loving family. The rosary will be prayed Friday, December 4, at Christ the King Church, 3024 N. 53 St., KCK, followed by visitation until 7 P.M. Mass of Christian Burial will be 10 A.M. Saturday, December 5, 2015, at Christ the King Church. Interment will be at Mt. Calvary Cemetery, KCK.Michael, Mike, Mikey, Spike, Papa, was born Aug. 15, 1949, in Kansas City, KS, to Joseph and Mary (Novosel) Sutulovich. He was preceded in death by his parents and a brother, Joseph. Survivors include his wife of 43 years, Betty; his children, Eric and Melissa Sutulovich, Kevin and Britny Sutulovich; Michael and Jill Gonzalez and eight grandchildren: Jace, Sage, Ethan, Ellie, Reese, Maddax, Cale, and Gabe.
Mike and Betty were married 11/11 at 11:00, an anniversary date hard for Mike to forget. Recently, Mike and Betty renewed their wedding vows, a symbol of the commitment they had to each other and their children and grandchildren. To all who witnessed their frequent hand holding, loving smiles, and playful kisses, their marriage has been a model of unconditional, enduring, and joyful love. To the end Betty, of course, never left Mikes side.
Mike was happiest when he was with his family, especially his grandchildren. Whether he was strumming his guitar and singing one of his favorite songs Louie Louie, playing games on the computer, cheering on the Falcons, teaching World War history lessons to anyone who would listen, or pulling quarters, and sometimes gum, from his grandchildrens ears, Mike was the life of the household. He also kept the household running. Michael could fix anything from a lawn mower to an IPad and would gladly do so. There was nothing he couldnt fix. Sometimes he used the instruction book but most of the time he used his own design. He said, "Instructions were for times of desperation," and hiring it done was "like a slap in the face."
Mike was a hard, skilled, and dependable worker throughout his working career. He drove trucks for Yellow Freight for 33 years and worked side jobs through his own heating and cooling business. All of this was done for the singular purpose of providing for his family. Mike led an exemplary family life not measured by wealth but by devotion to family. He was an amazing father, always there for his wife and children. As a family they spent snowy days sledding down Schlagels hill, making forts and tents, and watching WWF and having wrestling matches on the big water bed. Mike was not all fun, but he was able to make work fun. He instilled high expectations and would reward his children with seafood buffets for good grades and Go Chicken Go on special occasions. He loved the gizzards, and when he was challenged by doubters, his response would be, "Hey, parts is parts!" He always provided his family with the best of everything, and best wasnt determined by monetary value, but by the love and sacrifice that came with it: whatever it was, it was always the best to them. He leaves his family with countless memories that have already become the stories that will undoubtedly be told by his grandchildren to their children and grandchildren. Those stories will surely include the memories of band practices in the basement that would have the house rockin, white t-shirts with iron-on Star Trek patches that transformed his children into the crew of the Enterprise, big Poof Pillows in the back of the big blue van that became almost anything that they could be imagined, and the best Fourth of July celebrations ever surrounded with family and friends.
Mike was a people person. He made everyone feel like part of the family. People thought of him as a friend, a buddy. Many grew to love him as a father. He took everyone in when they needed a place and never questioned why. He was always supportive and giving, and laughter was one of his special gifts. He had a way to make people laugh, cracking jokes literally up until the last moments of his conscious life.
Mike Sutulovich was never rich or famous, but as a husband, father, and grandfather, he was a giant in control of the world. His wisdom was unquestionable and his love was unconditional. His family was blessed to call him Papa.
The family wishes to extend a special thanks to Vitas Hospice for their excellent care and support.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions to American Heart Association or Christ the King Church. Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.skradskifh-kc.com
Michael L. Sutulovich, 66, passed into the hands of God on December 2, 2015, after a progressive illness, surrounded by his loving family. The rosary will be prayed Friday, December 4, at Christ the King Church, 3024 N. 53 St., KCK, followed by visitation until 7 P.M. Mass of Christian Burial will be 10 A.M. Saturday, December 5, 2015, at Christ the King Church. Interment will be at Mt. Calvary Cemetery, KCK.Michael, Mike, Mikey, Spike, Papa, was born Aug. 15, 1949, in Kansas City, KS, to Joseph and Mary (Novosel) Sutulovich. He was preceded in death by his parents and a brother, Joseph. Survivors include his wife of 43 years, Betty; his children, Eric and Melissa Sutulovich, Kevin and Britny Sutulovich; Michael and Jill Gonzalez and eight grandchildren: Jace, Sage, Ethan, Ellie, Reese, Maddax, Cale, and Gabe. Mike and Betty were married 11/11 at 11:00, an anniversary date hard for Mike to forget. Recently, Mike and Betty renewed their wedding vows, a symbol of the commitment they had to each other and their children and grandchildren. To all who witnessed their frequent hand holding, loving smiles, and playful kisses, their marriage has been a model of unconditional, enduring, and joyful love. To the end Betty, of course, never left Mikes side. Mike was happiest when he was with his family, especially his grandchildren. Whether he was strumming his guitar and singing one of his favorite songs Louie Louie, playing games on the computer, cheering on the Falcons, teaching World War history lessons to anyone who would listen, or pulling quarters, and sometimes gum, from his grandchildrens ears, Mike was the life of the household. He also kept the household running. Michael could fix anything from a lawn mower to an IPad and would gladly do so. There was nothing he couldnt fix. Sometimes he used the instruction book but most of the time he used his own design. He said, "Instructions were for times of desperation," and hiring it done was "like a slap in the face." Mike was a hard, skilled, and dependable worker throughout his working career. He drove trucks for Yellow Freight for 33 years and worked side jobs through his own heating and cooling business. All of this was done for the singular purpose of providing for his family. Mike led an exemplary family life not measured by wealth but by devotion to family. He was an amazing father, always there for his wife and children. As a family they spent snowy days sledding down Schlagels hill, making forts and tents, and watching WWF and having wrestling matches on the big water bed. Mike was not all fun, but he was able to make work fun. He instilled high expectations and would reward his children with seafood buffets for good grades and Go Chicken Go on special occasions. He loved the gizzards, and when he was challenged by doubters, his response would be, "Hey, parts is parts!" He always provided his family with the best of everything, and best wasnt determined by monetary value, but by the love and sacrifice that came with it: whatever it was, it was always the best to them. He leaves his family with countless memories that have already become the stories that will undoubtedly be told by his grandchildren to their children and grandchildren. Those stories will surely include the memories of band practices in the basement that would have the house rockin, white t-shirts with iron-on Star Trek patches that transformed his children into the crew of the Enterprise, big Poof Pillows in the back of the big blue van that became almost anything that they could be imagined, and the best Fourth of July celebrations ever surrounded with family and friends. Mike was a people person. He made everyone feel like part of the family. People thought of him as a friend, a buddy. Many grew to love him as a father. He took everyone in when they needed a place and never questioned why. He was always supportive and giving, and laughter was one of his special gifts. He had a way to make people laugh, cracking jokes literally up until the last moments of his conscious life. Mike Sutulovich was never rich or famous, but as a husband, father, and grandfather, he was a giant in control of the world. His wisdom was unquestionable and his love was unconditional. His family was blessed to call him Papa. The family wishes to extend a special thanks to Vitas Hospice for their excellent care and support. In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions to American Heart Association or Christ the King Church. Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.skradskifh-kc.com
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