

Mike Dyke: aka Silver Surfer, Skipper, MJD-433
This page is dedicated to the memory of Michael "Mike" James Dyke (age 38) who tragically left us too soon. He is survived by his son Michael "Mikey" James Dyke II, parents, James and Terri Dyke, siblings, Esther Dunbar and Darren Dyke, grandmother, Faye Scissom and countless uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews and friends.
Born and raised in Las Vegas NV, Mike grew up around union construction workers. In his late teens, he joined the Las Vegas Ironworkers Local #433 apprenticeship school, which he completed in 2009.
Mike continued on as a successful journeyman ironworker for more than 20 years and took pride in “topping out” several of the monumental buildings in Las Vegas today. Mike's ironworker brothers will always remember how much he loved his work. He had a passionate way of excellence about him and an unbreakable bond with his brothers. Years ago, when he graduated from the ironworker's apprenticeship program, the foreman who introduced him said..."Who doesn't know Mike Dyke? If you don't. you will…!”
We will remember Mike for his unique ability to connect with people, making them feel valued and understood. He made friends quickly, never met a stranger and was known for his strength, vibrant spirit, bright personality and infectious laughter; all mixed in with a little goofy mischief. Mike loved playing disc golf too and could throw a disc further than most of his opponents. No matter where Mike was, you always knew when he was around.
The most difficult part of losing Mike is having to say goodbye way too soon and the nearly impossible challenge of learning to live without him. There will never be a way to fill the void he left here on earth.
While our hearts are heavy with grief, we encourage everyone to remember him, not just for the sorrow of his passing, but for the impact he made on our lives.
Our family would like to sincerely thank each and everyone of your for your prayers, love and support during this difficult time.
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Once, I asked him what that means, and he simply said, “You’re my BEST AUNT!” I said, “Why not your ‘favorite’ aunt?” He laughed and gave me a big bear-hug. “No, BEST, because best is BETTER!”
I told him that was a tall order to live up to, and he said, “Well, you don’t even have to TRY!”
From that day to this, whenever I think of Mike, I remember that at least HE truly believed I was BEST AUNT, which gave him a pass at even his orneriest times.
I am truly heartbroken that even his Best Aunt couldn’t take away his pain.
Mike, I will continue to feel your love for the rest of my days on this earth, and know you feel mine. I still talk to you and feel your presence, because normal boundaries and limitations don’t apply to Best Aunts, especially when it comes to Best Nephews!
I love you and will miss you terribly!
Love,
“Best Aunt” Anita


After a few seconds of this I asked him, “Mike, what are you doing?”
He replied in his mischievous voice, “oh I’m planting flowers in this guys front yard. He irritates me so I’m dropping sunflower seeds all over the yard. When someone pisses you off, just go throw sunflower seeds in their yard.” I replied, “Why is that Mike?” He replied, ”Because sunflower seeds grow fast and take over the yard and are a pain in the rear to get rid of!”
We both laughed! I told him, “You’re a mess Mike but that’s hilarious!” 😂
At the end of our convo, he always said, “Ok love you, don’t be a stranger”
He loved his family hard!
We will miss you Mike! Fly high 🦅
Go 🎣 fishing with Grandpa for all of us!
Love you! 💙

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