Mike was quite intelligent and, like his father, was very mechanical. He liked to do things himself and prided himself with being able to “fix almost anything.” He always had several projects in the works. As a career, with a toolbox disguised as a briefcase, he maintained and repaired very early, very large computers. He also enjoyed talking with people from all over the world on his HAM radio when such was cutting edge technology. Mike would have told you that he “was more technical than artistic” but sold himself short. He loved “old time acoustics”. He taught himself the harmonica, the guitar, and learned to pick a banjo in his 50s. He was a character with a unique “creativity” all his own.

Mike was also that eccentric “cat guy”. He had several Siamese cats over the years. Not the same cat but always the same name “Snap”. He loved “Big Mamoo” and “White Unit” for the better part of two decades and was devastated when these friends died. Three legged “Thomas” was Mike’s last feline companion, but that’s too long a story for here.

Mike married Jolene Nielson shortly after they graduated from Davis High School. They divorced within a few years but had two sons together and remained friends into old age. Mike loved being the quirky grandpa to six grandchildren, several step-grandchildren, and 8 ½ great grandchildren. He didn’t, however, love being called “Grandpa”. He preferred “Bumpa” which became “Bump” for many years.

It wasn’t until Mike became Bump that he found the love of his life, Karry Andelin. My dad was certainly not a romantic, but he quietly adored Karry, and she dearly loved “My Mikey”. They were adventurous, fun, and sort of hip, constant companions who enjoyed each other and took advantage of the time they had traveling in the U. S., Europe, Africa, and South America. There was a subtle beauty about them that words fail. Each recognized and treasured the other’s hidden unique divine spark -even through the haze of cruel disease and thievery of age.

The last few years of Bump’s life were very difficult and unfair. He never stopped fighting and very impressively overcame much. On March 19, 2026, fate took him quietly while my brother and I were laughing and crying some, remembering stories of our youth and our father. Bump was an interesting character, he was a good man, he lived an adventurous full life, he found love, and he died peacefully listening to his sons’ laughter. I’ll sure miss him.

Michael Roundy was preceded in death by his parents, his best friend Lance Wilcox, and nephew Daniel Roundy. He is survived by 1 love Karry, 3 siblings (Steve/Neki, Gary, and Danni), 2 boys Scott (Angie) and Mark (Becky), 6 grandchildren, 8 ½ great grandchildren, and Thomas the three-legged cat.

I would like to thank my wife Angie, my brother Mark, and his wife Becky. I can’t begin to detail all you did to help Bump, but we know and so did he. He loved you all. Thank you. I’d also like to speak for my family and sincerely thank Karry for loving him and Karry’s family (sister Cindy and Mother Nola), not only for your support and all you did to help Bump, but for the special friendship you shared with him. He was always brighter when you were there. Lastly, thank you to the amazing human beings at Lotus Park Assisted Living and A Plus Hospice for the amazing compassionate care provided.

Friends and family will meet at his son’s house on Saturday, March 28, 2026, to celebrate Mike’s colorful life, listen to old folk / bluegrass, and tell funny stories.