Michael D. Beaman
Michael D. Beaman, 33, family man and part of the law enforcement community, died Sunday, June 1, 2025.
Memorial Service will be at 10:00 am, Friday, June 6, 2025, at Word of Life Church, 915 East 53rd Street North, WIchita, KS 67219.
Preceded in death by his sister, Carol Marie Beaman; brother, Keith Allen Brown.
Survived by his wife, Suzanna Rader-Beaman of Wichita; daughters, Natalie and Lorelei Rader; sons, Justin Alexander and Liam Rader; father, Donald Beaman of Viola, KS; mother and father, Barbara and Brian Brown of El Dorado, KS; sisters, Brandie (Matt) Stineman of Newton, KS, Tosha (David) Williams of Haysville, KS, Shelby (Mark) Brown, Sage Brown, both of Wichita; brothers, Neil (Kasey) Beaman of El Dorado, KS, Lukas (Kimberly) Brown of Augusta, KS, Neil Brown of El Dorado, KS; father-in-law and mother-in-law, Michael and Patricia Peek; sisters-in-law, Joy Peek, Kristen (Saad) Elraghy; brothers-in-law, Michael (Leticia) Peek, Charles (Kathryn) Peek; grandparents, Carol Beaman and Carl Losey, Charles Creekmore; nephew, Tyler (Shae) Hutto; 23 nieces and nephews.
Memorials have been established with: Midian Shriners, 130 Topeka St., Wichita, KS 67202; Kansas Suicide Prevention Coalition, 1739 E. 23rd St., Lawrence, KS 66046.
Services in care of Downing & Lahey Mortuary - East Chapel.
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Michael my nephew by marriage, is the sweetest and most gentle soul. From the initial time of meeting, entering into this new family, Michael was always respectful, always welcoming and warm and he always made me feel loved and a pt of his family. Michael, such a genuine young man shall wholeheartedly be missed. Thank you, Michael for your caring warmth and gentle self. Pray for and watch over us.
I remember the delicious baked beans at Michael’s wedding. There was cherry pie filling in them and I thought it was little tomatoes.
There is never anything in this world that is so bad that you have to take your life and break the hearts of everyone who knows you. There is help, keep asking for help until you get the help you need. God will make a way where you see no way.
This tree is a symbol of a long life that stands unwavering against trouble. I pray it’s roots grow deep and are like a strong foundation in Christ.
I remember mom saying she was having a baby. I remember praying every night that i would have a little brother. And when it came time sure enough out came my little brother.
Always the easiest to please most simplistic person I ever knew. Well never stay up all night again playing video games, remember 4th of July in Nashville? I was so happy to have my little brother with me, I knew the world was ours and we had to but reach out and claim it. But life turned its pages and I had to go away for awhile like always. You was with me again a few years later when we was running from a hurricane and tornadoes in Louisiana when you said you wanted to go home. The woman you always wanted was waiting for a date. I was sad and happy because I loved having you out with me Mikey. But if ever there was of us who deserved a fairytale ending it was you. The fairytales gone and so is my brother
The words you said to me on that drive through New Orleans in the storm… “ At least I’m going out with my Bubba” haunt me.
I’ll never get to say damn you caught right on, good job, I’m proud of you Mikey to you again. I’ll always Talk to you like your there because a part of you will always be with me. I hope you found peace at the end of this. I’ll see you when I see little brother. I love and miss you beyond words.
To Michael,
Man, this maybe the second time in my life that I have called you by your first name. I have always known you as Beaman. Where do I start, I remember the first time I met you as a detention deputy for the sheriff’s office in 2015. You came on 3rd shift and always would join in with the banter between Ekeler and I. We used to talk about all the things we liked, cracked jokes about everything and did a whole lotta gaming. As I reflect on those times, I cant help but smile at those good times. Even when we both couldn’t stand our jobs, burnt out from OT and nonsense but we always made time to hang out. I just felt like a kid again, just able to relax and be myself. You were always honest and kind and carried us through Diablo 3 or borderlands 2. I couldn’t ask for a more loyal friend. Remember when I asked you to be a part of my wedding party? You were so excited and ready to show up in the classiest tux. You came with me to meet my family and sail down the rivers of Missouri. We consumed so much and while my rowdy friends were wasted out of our minds you were still stoic and ready to make sure that we didn’t drown or do anything we would regret. You were one of the guys, you made your place in that moment and we never forgot that. After I said my vows, you were the one who followed us in that torrent rain to get us to and from the airport. That is so much like you; always considering others even before yourself. You were always there for the good and even in bad times you knew where to be. Thank you for having me in your wedding party. Ill never forget and always remember the smile on your face. As I sit here reading through this knowing that you will never get to read this I just want to lay it out there. Everybody in the chat misses you, they shared sweet memories and reminders of who you are. I love you brother. I hope that one day I see you again behind those pearly gates.