Michael Dale Glover

A Man of Many Names, Loved Beyond Measure

March 27, 1950 – October 9, 2026

Michael Dale Glover, lovingly known as Mike, Mr. Mike, Dad, Daddy, Papa, Pawpaw, and Uncle Mike, was a man who held a special place in the hearts of so many. Each name represented a different relationship and a different kind of love, but together they tell the story of a man whose greatest legacy was the family he loved and the lives he touched.

Mike was born in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, on March 27, 1950, to William Art Glover and Geneva Louise Glover. He grew up in Hayward, Missouri, alongside his sisters, Diana Glover, Angela Glover, and Susan Glover, before the family eventually made their home in Portageville. His childhood and the family he grew up in shaped the man he would become.

Mike's father passed away when Mike was just 21 years old. Still a young man himself, Mike stepped up and took on the responsibility of helping care for his mother and sisters. He became a protector and provider for his family at a time in life when many young men were just beginning to find their own way. He also cared deeply for his grandparents and took it upon himself to help look after them. He had a special kind of love for his mother and sisters that remained with him throughout his life.

Mike never stopped loving and missing his father. Even many years later, with tear-filled eyes, he would talk about how much he loved his dad and how much he wished his father were still here so that his family could have known him. Some of Mike's fondest childhood memories were of working on the farm with his dad. Those memories stayed with him and became an important part of the story he carried with him throughout his life.

That early responsibility became part of who Mike was. He learned young what it meant to work hard, take care of your family, and be someone others could depend on. Those qualities followed him throughout his life. He would go on to become the same kind of steady, protective, hardworking man for his own family—always willing to step up, solve a problem, lend a hand, and make sure the people he loved were taken care of.

Mike was a man of deep and unwavering faith. He loved the Lord with all his heart and believed wholeheartedly that God would always make a way and come through. His faith wasn't simply something he talked about—it was something he lived. When he wasn't working, fixing something, helping someone, or spending time with his family, you could often find Mike praying, studying his Bible, or watching an old Western movie.

For 51 years, Mike shared his life with his beloved wife, Judy Ann Glover. They were married on February 28, 1975, and together built a life, a family, and more than five decades of memories. Judy was his partner through all of life's seasons, and their 51 years together were an important part of the life he built and the family he leaves behind.

Mike was a strong man and the head of his family—a steady presence and someone people could count on. He was kind, caring, generous, and always willing to help someone in need. He truly would give the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He had a tough outside persona, but those who knew him best knew there was a big teddy bear underneath. His heart was soft, even when he didn't always let it show.

An electrician by trade, Mike was a hardworking man and a wonderful provider for his family. He was smart, bright, resourceful, and could figure out how to fix just about anything. If a ceiling fan needed to be installed, a house needed to be wired, or something around the house needed fixing, Mike was the one to call. And if a snake somehow made its way into the house, well, you definitely called Mike.

He was an outdoorsman at heart and loved fishing, hunting, and camping. He enjoyed working with his hands and helping others, and he was happiest when he had a project, a problem to solve, or someone who needed his help.

But some of Mike's most treasured memories were made around the family table and during holidays and gatherings. He loved to barbecue for the neighborhood and was particularly proud of his smoked meats. His famous holiday turkey was an overnight preparatory ordeal—not something to be rushed or taken lightly. When Mike smoked the turkey, it was an event.

He was also the family's unofficial videographer. Whenever the family gathered for a holiday or special occasion, Mike was often there with his camera, recording the moments that everyone would eventually treasure. He had a knack for guessing his gifts before he opened them, too, much to everyone's amusement.

Mike was funny, goofy, and mischievous. When his children were younger, the Fourth of July could mean bottle rocket wars with the neighborhood kids. On Halloween, he might hide in a ditch just to scare unsuspecting trick-or-treaters. He loved to make people laugh and knew how to turn an ordinary moment into a memory.

And then there was Mike's smile—or rather, his refusal to give the camera one.

He would purDeLisle Funeral Homeely not smile in most photographs, making it a family challenge to get him to crack. Sometimes his family could make him giggle and finally "cheese" for the camera. But his grandchildren had a special ability that no one else seemed to DeLisle Funeral Homesess: they could make his face light up with a smile without even trying.

Mike loved his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to the moon and back. His family was his greatest treasure. He taught his children many things in life, both through his words and by the example he set. He taught them to work hard, help others, take care of family, have faith, and trust that God would make a way.

His legacy is not only in the things he built or repaired with his hands, but in the people he loved and the lives he shaped. It lives in his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren—in the lessons he taught, the traditions he created, the stories that will continue to be told, and the faith he passed down.

Though Mike will be deeply missed, his family will continue to find him in the things he left behind: in a holiday gathering, in the smell of something smoking on the grill, in an old Western playing on the television, in a family video he took years ago, in a problem that needs fixing, and in the laughter that comes when someone tells one of his stories.

And perhaps most of all, they will find him in the love he gave them.

Mike may have answered to many names, but each one was a reflection of how deeply he was loved.

He was a son. A husband.

A father. A grandfather. A great-grandfather. A brother. An uncle. A friend. A man of faith. A provider. A fixer. A prankster. An outdoorsman. A teddy bear beneath a tough exterior.

And to the people who loved him most, he was simply Mike.

Surviving Family

Mike is survived by his beloved wife of 51 years, Judy Ann Glover; his daughters, Michelle Swims, Missy Johnson, and Robin Boldt; his sons-in-law, Wesley Swims and Juan Johnson; his grandchildren, Maggie Swims, Michael Lack, and Chloe Hunt; his great-grandchildren, Isabel Lack, MJ Lack, and London Lack; and his sisters, Diana Glover and Susan Glover.

Family Members Who Preceded Him in Death

He was preceded in death by his father, William Art Glover; his mother, Geneva Louise Glover; his grandfather Albert Wyatt; his grandmother Viola Wyatt; his sister, Angela Gail Glover Foster; his mother-in-law, Della Mae Decker; and his father-in-law, Calbert Decker.

Funeral services for Michael Dale Glover will be held at Monday October 12, 2026 at 1:00 P.M. DeLisle Funeral Home in Portageville, Missouri.

Visitation: with be Monday October 12, 2026 at 11:00 A.M.

Burial/Committal: at the Portageville Cemetery