BLOOMINGTON — Michael Dean Ryburn, 58, Bloomington, died suddenly at 7:49 p.m. Monday (Nov. 7, 2011) at Advocate BroMenn Medical Center, Normal.
Cremation has been accorded as he had requested. Beck Memorial Home, Bloomington, is handling arrangements. A celebration of life service will be from 5 to 9 p.m. Wednesday at Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 454, 1006 E. Lincoln St., Bloomington.
Michael “Mike” was born July 3, 1953, in Bloomington, son of Harry E. Ryburn Sr. and Ruth Williams Ryburn. He married Cathy Nalley, and they have a son, Jeremiah Ryburn. He later married Mary Veselak. She survives.
Also surviving are his children, Jeremiah, Normal; Connor Ray and Haven, both of Bloomington; stepson, Michael Perschall; his grandchildren, Alex and Madison; sisters, Nancy Valentine, Bloomington; Sally (Ken) Wagner, Downs; and Jeri (David Wood) Ryburn, Normal; brother, Harry E. Ryburn Jr., Two Rivers, Wis.; sister-in-law, Barbara Carr, Mount Dora, Fla. He is also survived by two nephews, Bob Ivy and Paul Turner, both of Bloomington, who were like brothers; his “best friend,” Marty Patrick; and many nieces and nephews, great-nieces, great-nephews and cousins, many of whom live in the area.
Mike was preceded in death by his parents; sisters, Jo Ann Ryburn and Dixie Gelsthorpe; and brother, Kenneth Ryburn.
Mike graduated from Bloomington High School in 1971. He attended Illinois State University after serving his country in both the U.S. Army and the U.S. Navy. Over the years, he worked as a union carpenter, service station manager for Freedom Oil, but most memorably and currently, he was the warehouse/salvage coordinator for the Old House Society, a position of which he was most proud and passionate.
The Michael D. Ryburn Memorial Fund has been established at Freestar Bank, 1218 Towanda Ave., Bloomington. The family is requesting that donations be made in lieu of flowers. Mike preferred not to cut flowers, but to let them grow and bloom as nature intended. All contributions to the memorial fund will go toward his final expenses and his young children’s future.
When Mike was on the roof top of the Old House Society building trying to garner contributions for repair of the roof of the warehouse, he talked to passersby, played his guitar and sang, “Rain or shine, he’s a one-man band with a homemade stand and a tear in his eye.” Now the tear is in our eyes, Michael, dear husband, father, brother, uncle, cousin and friend.
Everyone who knew Mike will miss him so very much.