Michael Eustace Farrell
April 14, 1947 - April 21, 2021
Michael Eustace Farrell passed away in Lynnwood on April 21st, 2021 at the age of 74.Michael was born in Seattle WA on April 14th, 1947. He worked as a Marine Engineer in Seattle and Alaska. He was an Army veteran. Michael will be missed by his brother Steve Farrell and his sister Sharon Wolfe. He is predeceased by his father and mother - Charles and Geraldine Farrell, and his brothers - Pat and Shawn Farrell.
Mike was a charming young man who took to the road after returning from his Army post in Korea. He travelled to many places throughout Europe sometimes alone, with friends or his brothers, Pat and Shawn.
His love for the sea and ships grew while living in Norway. He managed to purchase a vessel which he spent several years refurbishing. When it was seaworthy and out for a run, the boat was struck by a large vessel and sank.
Mike was tired and his dream gone so he found is way home. He had several special women in his life but never married. Mike was an avid reader and historian - often telling great stories of strange facts of places he travelled or just the world around us.
Mike started working in the Alaskan fishing fleet. He spent many years working on various fishing vessels until his father became ill. He returned home to help family.
The years of neglect and abuse to his body took a toll on him. Mike spent the last years at Shoreline Rehab where he was safe and cared for. Even in his 70’s he was still charming the nurses.
The Ship
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of strength and beauty, and I stand and watch her until she is only a ribbon of white cloud where the sea and sky seem to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There, she’s gone!” Gone? Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as complete in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her precious freight to the place of destination. Her diminished appearance is in me- not in her, and at the very moment when someone at my side says, “There, she’s gone!” Other voices shout with gladness, “Here she comes!”
And that is death.
And death is only a horizon,
And a horizon is the limit of our sight.
DONATIONS
Charitable donations can be sent to Evergreen Hospice.