James David “Mickey” Cowling, 77, of North Richland Hills passed away at his home Saturday, September 28. A lifelong resident of Texas, he enjoyed his family, travel and adventures, enduring friendships, service in the National Guard and a career with the Union Pacific Railroad lasting more than 30 years.
Mickey was born July 5, 1942 to James William “Sonny” Cowling and wife Annabelle (Young) Cowling. Sonny was killed in World War II and only held his son once. In letters, Sonny called his boy “Mickey,” a beloved name that stuck with him all his life.
On September 3, 1965 Mickey married Carolyn Davis. They made their 54-year life together in North Richland Hills, raising three children. Mickey worked for the Union Pacific Railroad, at one time proudly served as local chairman of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers. He also taught rules and regulations classes for fellow railroad employees.
Mickey enjoyed painting and authored a book for children. He loved the outdoors; hiking, camping, golfing and fly-fishing with his family and friends. Mickey was a charming, gregarious man who befriended people everywhere he went and maintained friendships throughout his life. He looked forward to his weekly coffee date with friends from his schooldays. He had a strong faith in God that sustained him throughout his life and illness. He treasured his family above all else.
He is survived by his adored wife, one son and best friend Barry Cowling, and two darling daughters, Kelly Cowling and Stacy Crouse and their spouses, Daniel Crouse and Todd Hawkins. He was an active, loving grandfather to three grandchildren, David Crouse, Emily Crouse and Abigail Crouse. He is also survived by many nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, stepfather John Choate, brother Charlie Choate and sister Carla Owen.
Visitation will be held from 6-8 p.m. Thursday October 3 at Lucas Funeral Home in Keller. Funeral services will be held at 2 p.m. Friday, October 4, also at Lucas Funeral Home. Interment will follow at Mount Olivet Cemetery in Fort Worth. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations to your favorite charity are encouraged.
“The mountains are calling, and I must go.” —John Muir