Michael Cartwright, 63, Dies; Rode Home to the PonderosaIn the morning on December 27, 2017 Michael Cartwright, husband to Brenda Cartwright, father to Kingsley, Kenneth, Marcus and Jennifer Cartwright was called home to meet his maker. Though he has left this world, the love and light he brought and shared with his family and friends will live on.
Born in San Francisco on December 12th of 1954 to PJ and Beatrice Cartwright, he spent his childhood and teenager years calling the bay area his home; along with his four brothers and sister. Meeting his wife, Brenda, of 43 years in The Golden City, he knew the moment he spotted her at a party that she was going to be his wife. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, but his persistence paid off. Marrying during the summer of 1974 they moved to Oklahoma where in a few short years they welcomed their first child into the world; which was followed by 3 others over an 8 year span.
Having joined the Army in 1972 he traveled the world at an early age. Visiting Africa, Germany, France and United Kingdom, which created a thirst for travel and exploration that he would carry with him and share with his family. Upon exiting the military, he settled back into to civilian life and raising a family. Believing in the power of an education, he put himself through college, graduating on the Dean’s List from Central State University with a MA. He spent many years working for the State of Oklahoma in various capacities.
His life changed forever upon meeting his mentor, dear friend, and Guru Audle Allison in 1981 in Oklahoma City. Audle awoke him from his slumber, helped to cultivate his spiritual energy, and develop a relationship with God that he shared with his family and carried with him until his final breath.
In 1991 with violence and gangs on the rise in OKC, a decision was made to move to the small rural town of Stroud, OK. Living out in the country on a 30-acre farm, he was able to bring his childhood love of horses to life. The delectation of horses started at an early age when he first went to summer camp. He knew then that one day he would own many of his own. Over the years the farm grew until they found themselves with a pig farm, housing over 100 pigs, and a pasture full of horses. Many hours were spent trail riding with his kids, skipping rocks down at the pond and teaching them how to fish, as well as how to shoot a rifle. There was never a dull moment on the Ponderosa.
Packing up the family and relocating to Oregon in 1997, he sought a culture and life for his family with less stigmas and limitations. Settling into at an old farmhouse near Kings Valley, his family and beloved animals acclimated to their new home.
To Michael, family always came first. Every summer since his children were little, it was of upmost importance that they knew that a world existed outside of their four walls. He took this job seriously, enrolling all kids into martial arts to teach discipline and respect, as well as self-defense. Spending the weekends venturing to tournaments as a family and regularly attending classes throughout the week, he was as dedicated as they were. Family vacations were no different. Whether it was trekking to California to see family and to share where he and Brenda grew up, camping trips to Colorado or going to horse camp at Silver Falls State Park; all were done as a family. His children always knew that no matter where life may take them, that home would be there waiting and they would always be welcomed.
Over the years, the family grew as he watched his boys marry, and start a family of their own. He is survived by three grandsons, Clayton, David, and Demetrius. One granddaughter, Jasmine, and two great granddaughters, Railie and Raigain.
Retiring earlier as an investigator for the State of Oregon, he sought to pursue other interests and passions. His love for photography and exploration took him to the Philippines. Though he did not spend his final moments surrounded by his family, love has no limits and transcends any distance.
Daddy, a lifetime spent with you doesn’t seem long enough. I am truly blessed and grateful beyond measure to call you father and I know that you’ll be there walking me down the aisle on my wedding day. We love you, and although this is not goodbye, your presence is sorely missed.
Forever in our hearts,
-Your loving family