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Michael Fitzgerald Fuller
November 2, 1989 ~ July 8, 2022 (age 32) 32 Years Old
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Michael (Mike-Mike) Fitzgerald Fuller was born November 2, 1989. He was raised by Green and Rosie Lee Morrison in Little Rock, Arkansas, he was one of four siblings. As a young man Michael confessed Christ to be his Lord and Savior, he had an amazing knowledge and wisdom of God's word. He also could explain the scriptures and relate them to our everyday life. The way he spoke was with love and understanding. The expression on his face when he taught God's word was extraordinary.
At the age of seventeen Michael was the Sunday School Superintendent; God blessed him with so many gifts. He also had a love for music, he was an outstanding musician. Michael played the drums not only at church but at school, he played giving God his best. About a month before Michael passed, he confessed to me that he thinks he missed his calling to be a preacher. I was confused on the missed part of the conversation being as though he still had time to be obedient to God. Not knowing that he was preparing me for his departure.
Michael loved his nieces; he would always call to hear what funny things Maysa had said and done during the week. He would hold his chest and laugh as loud and as hard as he could. Michael would call Maddisen to see how is school, her games, her meets, her grades, what she had been up-to, and to joke and laugh. Before hanging up he would let them know how much he loves them and to keep up the great work.
Michael made sure he called his grandmother Kathy (Mah) to have a word with her they would talk for hours on end. She loved to hear him talk. Michael would get into God's word and have her open the bible and teach her in a way no one else could. She would start jumping, singing, throwing her hands in the air, crying tears of joy and be filled by the end of the conversation. When he came into town Uncle Gene and his family was on Michael's list to visit. Michael was big on family; he wanted to get the family together for a family reunion. It was something he had worked on for years. Michael loved his baby brother; where you saw Mike-Mike, you saw Ray-Ray. Michael was Donald's role model. Growing up they shared many laughs, cries, fears, goals, long conversations and a lot of relatable moments.
Michael and I would talk about everything. He would call me before the roosters awake. Knowing I'm not a morning person that somehow tickled him in his toes. Each morning he would call and say, "Aye Yo Mercedes, Aye Yo you need to get up Sun." I would respond, " It's too early to be entertaining you, text me when you make it to work." He would laugh as hard as he could and begin talking in his New York accent. Michael knew I would get a kick out of that. He liked to talk about his day; he would try and tell me what to do. Our conversations were long. I would always say, "Get to the point Fuller." His usual respond,"Aye Yo, you need to slow down Sun, you buggin!" Rest your body or it will rest you." Looking back that statement was so true.
Michael graduated from South Carolina State University there he received his degree in Biochemistry. He received a certificate of Appreciation for his dedication to the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity; he received the Superlative Award in Super Greek, and to most likely to need a swipe.
You went away so suddenly
No time to say goodbye
But brother can't be parted
Precious memories never die
Now Michael God has given you rest, peace, and reward