of Paris, AR
March 9, 1959 - February 14, 2024
Mike Brannan, 64, of Paris, Arkansas passed away on Wednesday, February 14, 2024 in Paris. He was born on March 9, 1959 in Reedley, California to his late parents, Eli and Pauline (Fidel) Brannan.
Mike was retired fisherman and had a lifelong love for fishing.
He is survived by one son, Daniel Brannan and wife, Pa Houa of South San Francisco, California; two brothers, Delbert Henley of Sanger, California and Raymond Henley of Branch, Arkansas and two grandchildren, Madison and Tallen Brannan.
Cremation arrangements are under the direction of Roller Funeral Home in Paris.
Uncle Mike you will be truly missed. No more fishing stories.
Dan,
I didn’t get to meet your dad but if he’s any reflection of yourself, he raised a great man. My prayers go out to you and the family.
Very kind soul to anyone he talked to. I’m so sorry for your loss
Mike Loved Jesus! He always had a great smile and was so kind to everyone. He will be missed! But I know he’s with The Lord waiting on his friends and family. I can hear his laugh still.. grateful to have known him and can’t wait to see him again!
Our prayers are with Mikes Family.
I’m sorry for your loss. Please let me know if you need anything.
You have my condolences for your dad’s passing Dan and I was one of his best friends and there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for him. I’m going to really miss him and my heart is breaking from this loss of his smiling face. Please know that there’s nothing that I would trade for the time that he was in our lives and that he did love the people that he came in contact with.
Uncle Michael, I know you’re busy fishing up there in heaven but I just wanted you to know that I love you very much! Catch that big fish that kept falling off of your line !
Dear Daniel, thank you for sending this along. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. We are so sorry for losing your dad. Mike was an enjoyable guy. I’ll never forget the trip we had with those rubber going down the river Mike was enjoying the ride when his boat started the leak he yelled out from the side of the river. You can only ride one at a time I was too far down, river to come back and grab him, may God rest his soul.
One day we'll go fishing together and ya won't have to worry about my line tangling. One day we'll go fishing on the river and ya won't have to worry about the raft losing air.