Robert Madsen grew up in a generation where tattoos were taboo, religion was law, and if you didn’t follow society’s rules, you were not welcome. He chose to be different when being different wasn’t an option. He hated school, but loved learning. He refuted religion, but carried some of the strongest morals I have ever experienced. When he put his mind to do something he not only did it, but did it until he had done it like the best of the best.
I could tell you a list of his accomplishments, but his strengths never came from material possessions. He taught me that if you treat someone with kindness and respect them for who they are, you will get back in the fiercest love possible. I knew I could call and he would be there no matter what, no matter when, and he would find a way to protect and care for me, sometimes getting there faster than my parents (though the speeding ticket we found may explain that one!). Love you uncle.
December 7 he snuggled into bed with his dog, Mick by his side and all the bodily pain he had been in for years was finally taken away. Mick has found a wonderful forever home, and now Robert Madsen’s story is complete.
We hope to get together at a later date to reminisce about the good old times.