Mike Young

Lisa Natasha Cummins-lacey-earlewine, born in Yuba City, CA, January 26, 1976, age 45.

It is with great sadness that Lisa has entered eternal rest on May 30, 2021. She was a life long Yuba-sutter resident and graduated from high school i n 1994. She studied phlebotomy and became a medical assistant.

She enjoyed interior decorating and traveling, especially going to Fort Bragg and San Francisco. She played the violin and had a deep love of music. Lisa could sing the words to any song she heard. She very much l oved her family, especially her girls.

She is survived by her husband, Larry Earlewine; two daughters: London Weatherall and Sweden Lacey; parents, David and Darlene Cummins; and a sister, Jacqueline (Rick) Ruiz.

She is preceded i n death by her first husband, Shawn Lacey; brother-in-law, Scott Lacey; cousins, Amanda Cummins, Daniel and Heather Laird, Rick Long, and Alta Earlewine; and mother-in-law, Beverly Earlewine.

Funeral services will be Friday, June 11, 2021, 10 AM, at Twin Cities Funeral Home followed by graveside at Sutter Cemetery. Immediately following will be lunch provided by the Mormon church at 520 Clark Ave.

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Mike Young, 64, of Marysville, passed away June 5, 2021, in Rideout Hospital. Mike was born July 13, 1956, at Rideout Hospital. He grew up in the Hallwood area. He attended MHS.

If you knew Mike you know he was an avid fisherman and hunter. He also taught many his expertise in bow hunting. Mike loved the outdoors. Many of us have benefited from his gardening skills. He always grew enough for anyone who wanted or needed vegetables.

Mike leaves behind many, many friends and acquaintances, he never knew a stranger. He was always ready to help someone down on their luck or give them the shirt off his back.

Mike leaves behind a loving family, brothers, Ernie Young (Gale), Steve Young (Melody) and Bill Young; sisters, Carole Shine (Jerry) and Peggy Chissie, who will dearly miss him. He is preceded in death by brother, Brent Young; sister, Sharon Khan; parents, Bert and Marilyn Young; and niece, Cortney Khan. Mike also leaves behind numerous nieces and nephews.

A Celebration of Life will be held at the Foothill Lion and Lioness Club in Loma Rica on Saturday, July 10, 2021, at 12:00pm, 5667 Fruitland Road. Please bring your favorite memory of Mike to share.

Until we meet again Mike.

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These written words will fall short of who my father was, and always will be i n our hearts.

My father was incomparable, a giant amongst his generation and his loss for those of us who honor him is incalculable. Even as we are now mired in the depths of anguish and the need to understand, we will find pathways to remember and meaningfully celebrate him as he most lovingly deserved.

So it is with heavy hearts and great sorrow that I announce t he passing of my beautiful, gentle father, Amrik Singh Gosal, on June 4th, 2021. “Mr. Gosal” or “uncle” - as he was apt to be called by so many as a term of endearment and respect, was born in the village of Ratainda, Punjab. As a child, he loved the simplicity of village life, the value of communal family living, he treasured his relationships with his sibling and elders, and believed i n word and deed, the core tenets of the Sikh faith on which he built his moral foundation.

As a teenager, he made the trip from India to Yuba City to begin his 60 years of honest work and to take ownership of his share of the American Dream. He married our mother, Surjit Kaur Gosal, in the winter of 1964 and they soon welcomed three children into the home they built. Our childhood home was built on a foundation of l ove, honesty, and focused regard on being ethical in all things. In time, my parents added to their extended family by helping others transition to America, supporting them, and assisting them on their lifelong j ourneys towards the promise of a better life.

During these years, he worked as a longhaul truck driver, a farmworker, and eventually, he spent the last three decades working as an owner, operator of Sutter Cab 20. In his work-life, he found a place to forge relationships, learn about the world, laugh often, and more importantly, be the one who would listen to others intently and without judgment. Each fare offered a short window into someone’s life, to learn or share a kind word and he took full advantage. Until a few years ago, he would still visit the owner of one of the first farms he worked to commiserate about changes in the seasons of farming and the changes in their lives. And so it was with his coworkers at the Sacramento Airport, he enjoyed a sense of common purpose and brotherhood as change continued to happen around him. Even as he thought of what retirement would mean, he said he would still go periodically to sit and chat with t he other drivers, to hear about their fares and their lives, to offer his thought and guidance, and above all to share laughs.

My father loved to watch westerns and police dramas, the songs of Mohamed Rafi, and Mukesh were a constant in our home, as was his desire to always take in another hour of the nighttime melodrama that is wrestling while laughing at the absurdity of it. He loved children and their sense of honesty and fairness, and their willingness to trust. His six grandkids knew their grandfather loved them, they knew he would show up if asked, and they should know that he believed in them and was proud of them. No one could give a hug like my dad, his hug let you know that you were protected, loved, and never overlooked. His hugs always came with a light pat on the head, a blessing to let you know he truly cared. He was intellectually one of the brightest people I have known, and with fair opportunity could have done or become anything. With the limited opportunity he had, he exceeded every standard and measurement. He often had a twinkle in his eye, much like many of his generation who have lived through truly difficult circumstances, it reflected his belief that things can always get better if you didn’t give up; he never gave up. In the last decade, he had dedicated himself to spending more time with his grandchildren who he adored, and for whom he wanted only the best. When asked how he was feeling or doing, his response was always to smile and say “good, good”. He loved to laugh, tell stories of what he had learned, ask about what others knew, eat toasted almond ice cream, and always found time to make sure those around him felt included. Dad looked at the worth of a person by how they treated others and how they behaved when they thought no one is watching.

He leaves behind an unreconcilable void in the lives of family and friends who expected to share many more years with him. He will be missed but never forgotten, his legacy will always be treasured by those who had the honor to know him. We will mourn him while we hold close the memories of everything he willingly gave us. Beloved son, sibling, husband, father, uncle, and grandfather, in our hearts - always.

Memorial services will be held at Ullrey Memorial Chapel in Yuba City, at 10:00 am on Saturday, June 12th, 2021. Prayer and services will immediately follow at Sri Guru Nanak Sikh Temple on Bogue Road in Yuba City.

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Frank had been fighting a battle with his heart since 2013, when he suffered a massive heart attack. He somehow managed to overcome the odds and bounce back from it, some people called his recovery a "miracle".

The doctors gave him an estimated four years after the heart attack, but his family was blessed to have him around for double that before finding him napping i n his favorite chair only to realize he'd departed this world. Frank passed away peacefully, in his home on May 19th, 2021, at approximately 8:13 pm.

Frank is survived by his loving wife Noreen, of 21 years; son, Frank (Teri) Atkins; daughters, Kandy (Tom) Hamilton, and Stefanie (Anthony) Ellis; 8 grandchildren, Andrea, Destini, Natanya, Debra, Franklin, Austin Texas, Brandon and Riley; sister, Brenda (Charlie) Haworth; and nephew, Charles (Linda) Patterson; cousins, Ron, Don, and Diane Staten.

Frank spent most evenings with his wife enjoying their favorite TV shows. Frank would call out to anyone nearby when his favorite commercials were on so he could share the laughter one more time

Frank loved the phone calls from his friends and family, but the ones every night from Charles “Chuckee” Patterson, now those were special. They would share all the goings-on in the world and on the homefront, never missing a chance to voice their very strong opinions to each other on how things should be done. Both men cherished their nightly phone calls. When September rolled around Frank loved the trip to Vegas that he and Noreen would make each year. That was the good stuff.

Frank had a largerthan-life personality and once you met him it was guaranteed that you would not forget him. Frank always found humor in everything and loved to make people smile. Whether it was pretending to forget a name or purposely mispronouncing one just to get a laugh. Whether he already knew you or had met you for the first time he was never one to miss an opportunity to get caught up in your life.

Frank was born the middle child to Tom and Jewel Atkins in Fowler, Colorado. Frank's younger years were spent on his parent's dairy farm off 40 Mile Road, where he learned a lot of life skills and made memories that would last a lifetime. While still attending Yuba City High School he joined the Navy reserves and was stationed aboard the USS constellation.

Frank's life then led him to a career in law enforcement as a Marysville Police Officer that paved the way for his legendary 24 years as a campus supervisor at Yuba City High School. After retirement, he decided he wasn't ready for the rocking chair quite yet. Instead, he put in 10 memorable years at Thunder Valley Casino working security, making lasting friendships along the way and yet again giving him plenty of stories to share.

Frank would want to be remembered and kept alive through stories, lessons learned and experiences shared. To know him was to love him. May his memory live on through each and every one of us.

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On Monday, May 31, 2021, Marilyn Carleen Covey died peacefully at the age of 83. Marilyn was born on October 28, 1937, in Whittier, California and grew up in San Gabriel with her two sisters, Cloanne and Sharon.

Marilyn obtained her RN at St. Vincent’s College of Nursing and was a member of the first graduating class of women at the University of San Francisco, where she earned a bachelor’s degree in Nursing. She then earned a master’s degree in Nursing and Geriatrics at Chico State in 1989, where she graduated at the top of her class. She taught at Yuba Community College for many years, where she helped start the Associate Degree Program in Nursing. Her learning did not stop at the classroom, as she had an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a curiosity that led her to delve into a range of subjects her entire life.

She married Harry Covey in 1961, with whom she raised their four children in Yuba City, California. Harry was a true outdoorsman and he and Marilyn shared their love of the outdoors with their children, through gardening, car trip vacations and weekends spent largely outdoors, camping, picnicking, on long drives in the country, fishing and visiting dear relatives in Montana. Marilyn’s children also treasure rich childhood memories of vacation time spent with Marilyn’s parents in Belvedere, Los Angeles and on Balboa Island. Marilyn’s love for her husband and children was unending and she played an active role in all their lives, as well as her grandchildren’s, who affectionately referred to her as “Nana.”

A devout Catholic, Marilyn was an active member of St. Isidore Parish in Yuba City and developed a lifelong habit of volunteer work that extended from local soup kitchens to the Unwed Mothers Foundation and beyond.

At the age of 55, Marilyn was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. For 28 years, she valiantly and quietly coped with the struggle, absolutely refusing to stop living and loving her life at the hands of the disease. She enjoyed traveling, spending many hours i n the garden, sewing, reading, and knitting, and she basked in the joy of a large and loving family, celebrating every milestone with pride and joy.

By all accounts, Marilyn was wise, kind, strong, and had a terribly witty sense of humor that would sneak up on you and have you in stitches before you knew it. She was the kind of person with whom you could l et down your guard, reveal your problems, and know that she would always have t he right thing to say. Marilyn’s kindness knew no bounds, always recognizing a need and reaching out with gentle care and attention.

In 2017, Marilyn moved to Merrill Gardens in Campbell, California, where she quickly made cherished friends. She was also elected to serve as a member of the Residents Council. Though she always missed Yuba City, and considered it her “home-home,” she was happy at Merrill Gardens and, when making her final decision of where to receive hospice care, she chose to be among her friends there. Marilyn’s family will always be grateful for the love and support they showed in Marilyn’s final days. Some of the community of The Sisters of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary reside at Merrill Gardens and were of special support during this very difficult time.

Above all, Marilyn loved life. It was not uncommon to find her in front of a large, rare steak with a perfectly made Manhattan in her hand. She could masterfully dismantle any of her nine grandchildren