Birth date: Mar 17, 1949 Death date: Dec 3, 2022
Michael “Mike” Cockey, age 73, of Rehoboth Beach, DE, transitioned from this life on December 3, 2022. He was born March 1949, in Baltimore, MD. Michael had a contagious, positive spirit with a calming demeanor that attracted you Read Obituary
About seven years ago we became neighbors with Michael. Little did we know how fortunate we would be! Michael was always friendly, making time for a little chat and a funny story. He had an adorable smile and a quick wit. Never have we seen a more handsome man all dressed up in a pair of shorts, short-sleeved collared shirt, clean sneakers, and hat to go out and do yard work. Somehow even as the rest of us were out there sweating in the yard, Michael always looked calm, relaxed, and all put together! I’m smiling just thinking about it. We miss our neighbor and friend. The courtyard is not the same without him. Blessed to have had him in our lives. Rest In Peace Michael…Liz and Nancy
In Memory of a Wonderful Person
I am saddened to hear of Michael's passing. I first met Michael in the late 1990s, when he came to Annapolis MD to visit my classroom at Parole Elementary, with Rolf and Althea from MSDE.
I then had the privilege and pleasure of working with Michael at MSDE. I remember him being a friendly, helpful, and very kind co-worker with a welcoming smile.
RIP Michael, you will be missed and always remembered. Prayers and condolences to all family and friends.
Joyce N. Nixon (Retired MSDE co-worker)
Rest in peace Mike. Our long time friend for 41 years!
Bob Peffer and Roger Nisewarner
So very sorry to hear of Michael's passing, he was a very nice man
So sorry to hear of Michael's passing. I met him in the early 80s when a good friend of his was my next door neighbor in Baltimore. What a wonderful person he was and reconnected with him when I moved to DE 10+ years ago.
I hold dear countless memories of Micheal and his irreplaceable friendship. Big Sissy's Friday couples' dinners with Ron, sparkling holidays with an amazing family of choice, the "Kings and Queens" birthday serenade, first delivered as a duet with Ron then Michael's solos. During a memory road trip before my relocation to Oregon, Michael shared stories of his childhood summers on the Eastern Shore, which I delighted in because of his grandfather's penchant for big new Cadillacs and the image of a slow drive in the left lane across the bridge, grandfather smoking a cigar and little Michael in the passenger seat trying to ignore the sound of the horns of other cars speeding past on the right.
It seems just yesterday, but years have passed since we shrugged off complaints while working out together at Everyone Fitness, "Machines are for working out, not talking!" And man, could we talk! Michael put on muscle quickly and soon out lifted me. He was pleased when during one of his cardiac tests, the technician attempting to hook Michael up to a machine commented, "He's got a large chest muscle to get through." That pectoral muscle surrounded a big, kind, loyal and loving heart.
Till we meet again, Dear Friend Michael.
