Michael Kent Seabrooke, born March 5, 1945 in Melrose Park, Illinois, and raised in Downers Grove, Illinois.
He was preceded in death by his wife, Suzanne Elizabeth Seabrooke, father, Gordon Alan Seabrooke, mother, Verneita A. Seabrooke, and sister-in-law Doris Vaughn. He is survived by his daughters Tina Marie Seabrooke-Parsons (Mark Williams) and Wendi Marie Ferguson(Robert Ferguson); grandchildren Shane Michael Parsons, Austin Michael Ferguson and Brooke Loren Ferguson AKA "his angel girl"; his siblings Alan Seabrooke(Emma Seabrooke), Jeffrey Seabrooke(Nina Seabrooke), Gregory Seabrooke(Nancy Seabrooke) and Melodee Collins(John Collins); many nephews and nieces; and many extended family (as you all know if Michael considered you a friend, you were part of his family).
Michael was very proud of his service in the United States Navy. He was an engine man, so he kept everything moving. A couple of things that were said about Michael by his commanding officers: " Seabrooke has a very affable personality, and is well liked"."Seabrooke has recently been transferred to A gang, and wants to be an engine man. He is a good worker, and is always trying to learn, and better himself. He is a credit to the ship, and the Navy".
Michael raced cars for most of his life. There was a story he would tell about when he got his drivers license. He was pulled over for racing around the back roads. The officer said he just could not take his license from him because the ink was still wet. So the officer followed him home, and told his father Gordon what had happened. He then gave Michael's license to his father. Gordon told the officer he would make sure that it never happened again. As the officer pulled away, Gordon gave Michael his license back, and said, "Don't get caught again!".
Michael was very well known in the racing circuit. His continued passion for racing brought him to purchase a 1959 Ford F100, which would turn into much joy in his and Suzanne's life. They would travel to Tennessee's F100 truck show every May, as well as attend many car shows. He and his grandsons Shane and Austin also became a part of the car show circuit with him.
Michael never met a stranger. The running joke was that he would talk to anyone, anywhere, at anytime. When Michael entered a room, it just lit up and came alive. He had the most beautiful smiling blue eyes. All you had to do is look into his eyes, and you felt a love like no other. Many people were touched by Michael, and if you were, you are left with lasting, beautiful, kind and caring memories.
Michael would do anything for anybody, he only saw the good in people. Michael loved his family with every part of his being. He was heart broken when he lost Suzanne unexpectedly. But he would always say
"She would not want me sad all of the time". Michael lost Suzanne in January of 2011, and had never taken his wedding ring off. It was a part of him. Michael's daughters and grandchildren were his life, and they always knew how much he loved them.
Michael had a very close relationship with his grandsons. Most recently he went with them to the race track, where they both raced their vehicles. He was there to support them, cheer them on, and give them the best racing advice ever! He was very proud of the men they had become. Then there was Brooke Loren "AKA my Angel girl". These two have been inseparable since she was 18months old. They did play dates to the park, arts and crafts, painting nails(his), shopping trips, lunch dates, cartoon time, and even watched racing together.
Michael loved his brothers and sister very much. Family meant everything to Michael. There was not anywhere, Michael went that he did not know someone. In the last two years, Michael was able to share his stories of racing, building cars, Suzanne's stories, and childhood memories with Mark. Mark had never heard these stories, so Michael loved to tell them to him. The wonderful stories that everyone has of him are an indescribable blessing. We have truly lost a beautiful soul from this earth.
As of recent Michael was confined to a wheelchair fulltime, due to an injury he sustained to his knees in the Navy. Which throughout the years, deteriorated them; however this did not stop him from visiting his friends, racing buddies(he could talk cars and racing for hours), working on cars, and going to the Gator Nationals with his brothers Greg and Jeff every year. He also had been doing a tear down of his beloved 1959 Ford F100, with his son-in-law Rob. Michael would shift the gears of his wheelchair, and race himself around the house, grocery stores, VA clinic, and pretty much any place he wanted to go. He would always joke about getting speeding tickets in the Viera VA.
Tina Marie and Wendi Marie were his pride and joy. They both enjoyed racing, cars, and car shows as he did. Michael's friends and family all say how much they learned from him. It may have been working on cars, being a better human, about life and most of all love. A couple of things that have been written about Michael are: "He was such a sparkle in a world of pebbles", " He was kind, funny, and loved his family so much", and " That guy was truly loved by friends, and family".
Michael was always put together perfectly. His hair always brushed ever so carefully. He always smelled so sweet and always had those smiling blue eyes. Michael is now reunited with his loving wife Suzanne, that he missed ever so much. Whether you knew Michael/Mike/Big Mike for 70 years, 2 years, months, weeks, days, or only hours; you were touched by his amazing soul. You walked away from him feeling special in a world full of ordinary. Michael left a lasting imprint on this earth. He would say" Don't be sad, but remember all the good times.
Finally, he would say " I LOVE YOU MORE".