Birth date: Aug 8, 1973 Death date: Mar 8, 2025
Celebrating the Beautiful Life of Mishka Davinda Cullison/Morgan August 8th, 1973 - March 8th, 2025 We gather to celebrate the vibrant life of Mishka Davinda Cullison/Morgan, a woman who perfectly embodied the blend of sweetness Read Obituary
Sherri Nott lit a candle in memory of Mishka Morgan
Mishka was my lil sister Angie 's best friend since forever! ❤️ Memories of being at the creek in Locust Grove. She was a really sweet person. RIP Mishka! 💜
big love, my sister’s sister 🫶🏽
Neosha Harjo lit a candle in memory of Mishka Morgan
Neosha Harjo lit a candle in memory of Mishka Morgan
We met in 1991 in Wichita at your Dad's, who is one of my best friends in life. I was taken aback by your beauty and soft grace, combined with an inner strength. You/we were young- you 7 years younger than I.
A memory that sticks with me always is when you came to your Dad's, very far along with Justin. The time was growing near. We woke and had a big breakfast( your Dad's handy work ). He went to work and we sat and ate and laughed. The baby yawned in your belly and began to kick. You placed my hands on your tummy and covered them with yours. He was enjoying the breakfast!
We began to discuss names.
Justin Christopher Cullison was in the running.
I moved home to Alabama in 2001.
Later we connected on Fb. She called me immediately. We laughed and talked. She was so very proud of you kids! She was sweet, and strong, but most of all a Mom.
Some places in your heart are filled with one special person.
On January 15, this year, while she was in a store with Steve, her Dad, I called to tell him happy birthday. Mishka yelled out in the background,
"Tell her I said Hey!"
I'm so thankful for that moment and all of the others. Fly high sweet friend.
I love you!
Rest In Peace Mama🪽
Aunt and niece in the Arkansas City, Kansas park and even earlier in life at Grandma Maggie’s opening Christmas presents. Because we were only 7 years apart, she always referred to me as her Sister, Aunt and other Mom.
It must have been 1989 or 1990. Mishka joined me and my Tulsa Tribune friends on one of our many getaways to New Mexico. We were crammed in one room in a small mountain motel. We had hiked all day and were stuffed from delicious New Mexico food. We got a little high and got tickled about something. Giggles soon turned to belly-deep laughs so much so that we almost got kicked out. I looked over at Mishka and her smile and laughter radiated a light that surrounded us all.
It must have been 1989 or 1990. Mishka joined me and my friends from The Tulsa Tribune on one of our many weekend getaways to New Mexico. We were staying at this small motel in Taos crammed in one room because we were young and poor. We’d been hiking all day and had just had some delicious New Mexican food. We were getting a little high. We got tickled about something and giggles soon turned to belly-deep laughs. So much so, that we almost got kicked out. During this gafaw fest, I looked at Mishka and she was surrounded by joyful light. Her smile and laugh radiated all around us.
