I hesitated to publish this life sketch, which was read at my dad’s funeral last week, but I feel that maybe it can inspire somebody else to live a little better. I’ve published it here, mostly exactly how it was read. If you have a story about my dad that you’d like to share, please add it in the comments.
Michael Steven Chavez was born on October 18, 1952, to Mary Louise Chavez and Antonio Lucero Chavez. He is the second son and second child of five children of Mary Louise and Antonio.
As the second of five children with an older brother that is 4.5 years older than him and a younger brother that is about 2.5 years younger than him, he got into his fair share of scuffles and fist fights. Most were your standard brotherly fist fights/scuffles but on one such occasion he tried to take off his older brother’s head with a baseball bat. Luckily for his brother Tony, he missed and only took out the kitchen window.
From the ages of approximately 8-18 he was involved in the Scouts graduating to the level of Explorer. He loved being part of the scouts because he loved being outdoors and working with his hands even as a youth. He would build things, take them apart and put them back together again. He and his younger brother Vince planted many of the trees that currently line the backyard of his parent’s house.
In high school Michael was a social guy, as he was described as easy going, comfortable to be around and easy to talk to. He played football, soccer and ran track and field during high school. He had a lot of friends and was very involved and enthusiastic about being a member of the student body counsel. On one occasion he borrowed his mother’s car for a high school spirit rally that involved driving around Pacifica in a parade of cars. After the rally the horn had to be replaced on his mother’s car because he had blown out the horn from having honked it so many times during the rally.
In his late teens he became involved with an organization called the Youth Service Bureau in Pacifica. The organization provides counseling services for youth and families. The counseling services are provided not only by trained counselors but also by other young individuals utilizing a peer counseling strategy. Michael became a peer counselor at the Youth Service Bureau and volunteered at the organization for many years into his early twenties. He met his first wife, Karen, who is the mother of his daughter Rebecca, at the Youth Service Bureau where she was a peer counselor as well.
Growing up he spent many Sundays at his grandmother’s home in the Mission district in San Francisco with his parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. His grandmother called him “Burrito” (little donkey) because he was very stubborn once he made up his mind. This trait would follow him into his adult years. In his early twenties he continued his weekend visits to his grandmother on his own taking his daughter Rebecca with him. When he visited his grandmother, he would also stop by next door to visit Elena and Pitan, an elderly couple who did not have grandchildren of their own and who had in a way adopted Michael as their own grandchild. After Pitan’s passing, Michael would visit Elena and bring his daughter Rebecca with him. They would visit Elena for a few hours and during his visits he would often fix things around her house while she would watch Rebecca and make them snacks.
Michael was raised Catholic but in his late teens to early twenties took a fervent interest in his own spiritual growth. He read and researched about Eastern religions and Western religions and began actively trying to find his own spiritual path. In the late seventies, he met John Boyle & Gary Bunnell, who were members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Pacifica, California. They introduced Michael to the Church.
His children remember him as quiet at home, often reading when he wasn’t fixing something. He was found reading mostly the scriptures, but also enjoyed spiritual books from other faiths. Even long after converting to his current faith, he enjoyed getting the perspectives of Eastern religious thinkers. He felt that wherever truth was, one should search for it and accept it. His children walked in on him many times on his knees in prayer, or sitting in his favorite spot on the couch reading the scriptures.
One of his great loves in life was hiking to the top of a mountain and looking down over the valley below. He was a deep-thinker, and would often spend these times thinking about eternity and connecting with God’s creations. When asked by one of his sons what he would like to do for work when he retired, his answer was, “Taking people on hiking tours into the mountains.” Even months before he died, he and his wife, Olie, hiked Diamondhead in Hawaii. Even though the trek was physically difficult for him he labored up the mountain with diligence. He must have been in heaven.Throughout their marriage, Michael was a good sport in trying to keep up with his on-the-go wife. They could often be seen cutting the rug at any chance possible; a stake dance, wedding reception, or outdoor music festival. The two of them were also able to travel to both Alaska and Hawaii in the last couple of years and even hoped to return to Hawaii again soon.
Many who knew Michael describe him as a “Christlike man,” or “a man of service.” This was true of him at church, as well as at work. Perhaps especially, at home. If something needed fixing, Dad would fix it. If one of his kids needed a ride, he was there. If his children struggled, he was the one to go to them and talk to them, to tell them that he loved them. He taught himself how to repair cars by reading the technical manuals and became the family mechanic. Never owning a new car, he spent many a Saturday morning underneath an old beater. He learned on his own how to repair and fix things in the house — from broken fences, to leaky pipes. He took pride in the perfection of his work.Taking these skills to the marketplace, he worked for many years as a professional home-painter. His clients were always pleased with the quality of work that he did. However, due to his compassion and large heart, he frequently charged much less than he was worth — many of his clients were less fortunate, or elderly, or Dad simply saw the struggles they faced and didn’t want to add additional burdens to their lives. So he loved giving discounts. At 7 or 8 years old, his oldest son, Adam, seeing the painting business in trouble, once offered to help him by stating: “Dad, I can help. I’ll take care of the finances. You just give me 10%.”
After many years as a freelancer, he found a job taking care of church buildings in the area. Here he found a job where he could have a relative autonomy, spend his time fixing things & solving problems, & they didn’t mind if he was a little late. He had found the perfect job. He stayed there for over 15 years, earning a reputation for being great at what he did, & always trying to brighten up the day of the people around him.
Michael was also a comic in his own way and loved teasing his children. One time after discovering bees in the backyard, Evelania let Michael know that bees were in the backyard. Michael’s response was to go out a catch one or two so he could tell what kind of bees were in the yard. A few bee stings later, dad probably didn’t realize his advice would be taken so literally. One way that Michael and Evelania became closer was through a 1969 Mustang. They would spend hours trying to clean it up and fix it. A few years later, another project began in the new home in Concord building storage shelves in the garage. It was during times like this that Michael and Evelania experienced quality time together.
A couple years after that during a phone call, Michael related to Evelania that he felt impressed she serve a mission. She felt strongly that she should and soon was on her way to preach the gospel of Christ. Michael himself learned from sister missionaries. Through the years, Michael refined his cooking skills and the children looked forward to his meals. His speciality was never the same–he added ingredients and spices as he went along until it tasted just right.
He was a decent man, devoted to his wife. He was always working towards improving himself; never satisfied that he had done enough. Through the challenges of marriage, living with very little money, raising kids who were not always easy to handle, and balancing this all with a spiritual and professional life, he stayed the course. He never gave up. He did not complain, though he had much to complain about. He was very worried about how things would turn out, but he did not disclose that to his family until only a few months before he died, after most of the worries had turned out not to be justified.
He came to visit Provo, Utah, July 15 for a few months in order to visit Paul, Adam & Stephanie. In his journal, dated July 14, he writes, “Going to Utah for a week. Will be back July 22.” The trip was initially for one week but he ended up staying for three months. During the trip, his children were touched and blessed by the time that they spent with him and having the opportunity to get to know the man he truly was that had been hidden inside for so many years. This man that came to visit Utah was different than the man that each of his children knew, much more humble. Much more concerned about mending old wounds in each of their relationships. Much more spiritual. Tears came easier to him. He spoke to each of them tenderly and called them “his angels.” He was extremely sentimental and spoke to them honestly and clearly. He exposed a very vulnerable side of himself & everybody who was there counts this time as a very special blessing.Paul asked him for some fatherly advice. Dad’s response was, “Paul, you have come so far in your life. I am so happy to see you doing well. Stay close to the Lord and everything will work out. I know that challenges will come in your life, but I am confident that you will rise to those challenges. I know you can. I know you can do it Paul.”
His words to Adam were simpler. “You have been such a great example to me as I’ve lived here. May the Lord bless all who come into your home. Adam, put Stephanie first, and nothing will be able to stop you. Confide in her. She wants to know you and understand you. Stay close to her.”
He wept openly as he said to Rebecca, “Things don’t always work out the way you want them to, but you do your best. I remember seeing you born. Seeing my other children born was amazing, but there’s something special about your first. It was such a miracle, and the happiest day for me. You were so precious, and I was so happy to have you.”
His daughter Rebecca has vivid memories of his hands. They were tough from the hard work he did with them. They were frequently stained — either by paint from that day’s project, or grease from one of the cars or buildings that he was fixing. His hands seemed to be capable of doing anything. She recalls walking at his side, looking up from her 3-ft-tall perspective, and seeing those hands. He called her is “good walker.” She has fond memories of walking along Linda Mar beach with him, getting shakes & french fries.
The strength of those hands would help support a family, give blessings to his children, perform sacred ordinances, and comfort his daughter, along with the other children.
He passed away on Oct. 22, 2009, 4 days after his 57th birthday. He will be missed by his family & friends as he touched many lives while on earth. He was a blessing to the organizations to which he was a part. He brought an attitude that was easy to work with, & a heart that was always ready to serve. The days leading up to his passing were something of a capstone of his life, demonstrating his faith in Christ even until the end of his life.
The last few days of his life were a testament of his faith. Unable to say much anymore & sensing that his life was short, tears streamed down his face as he cried out, “Oh Lord My God, Oh Lord My God, …” Those words stand as a testimony of who he was, & what he was focused on throughout his life.

9 responses so far ↓
1 Stephanie Chavez // Nov 6, 2009 at 10:17 pm
Adam I love how you guys portrayed your dad! If no one else, hearing and reading this inspires me to live a better life!
I believe he would be very proud of you in the ways you have chosen to honor him.
Good job Babe. I love you, and I’ll always be here for you.
2 Kyle Mathews // Nov 6, 2009 at 10:35 pm
Adam — I’m truly sorry to hear about your dad passing away. My dad died earlier this year so I understand some of what you’re going through. May the Spirit comfort you and your family.
3 Rich Robinson // Nov 7, 2009 at 6:54 am
Thanks for sharing this. We miss you guys.
4 Lesley Lloyd // Nov 7, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Adam,
What a beautiful tribute to your father. Thank you so much for sharing that with us. I feel like I got to know my Uncle Mike a little bit better and it helps put this life into true perspective about what is really important–our relationships. We love and miss you guys and give you our deepest sympathies at the passing of your wonderful father.
Love,
Lesley
5 Linda Smith // Nov 7, 2009 at 5:23 pm
What a wonderful story to read. It is just how I remembered Michael. He will be missed by all that knew him. I still have a hard time realizing that he is gone. I still have a hard time with the same with my parents….but I know they are all together and just waiting for the rest of the family to get there.
I love all of you and hope that your pain will ease and you will be able to continue with your life and the tears will turn to happy tears.
I love you…. Linda
6 Kim Meckler // Nov 9, 2009 at 1:15 pm
It’s a little sad to have found out what a wonderful father and husband Michael was after he was already with our Lord but am so happy to know that my aunt had such a wonderful person to share her life and all of his children and the impact that he must have had on so many lives. I am sure you are all honored to have had him in your lives as long as you did. All my love. Kim
7 Marilyn Lund // Nov 10, 2009 at 10:12 pm
I admire all of Michaels children. He had to have been proud of all of you. I didnt know him like I know your mother but I know he had to be a good man if he was a part of her life. Love to the family.
Marilyn
8 joleena jurica // Nov 19, 2009 at 11:55 am
My thoughts are with all of you. That was an awesome tribute to michael and i felt blessed having met yall and getting to sing happy birthday. I have alot of questions for God when I get there, i just don’t get why he has to take the really good ones first. Love to all of you
JoLeena Jurica
9 Pauline & Ron Brown // Nov 21, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Hi to all of Michaels family. We got to know you all for only a short time at Oasis of Hope. Yet your etched in our memory. Michael was a joy to know and it was so good to hear this tribute to him to see more of his devotion & love to his children, wife, community and especially God. We are so thankful we got to share a bit of him with you all before his passing. May his devotion be a heritage for your future. Wonderful tribute.
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