David Michael "Uncle Dave" Robson

David "Uncle Dave" Michael Robson, born April 25th , 1951, in England and eventually claimed by America, took his final flight on March 5, 2026. Dave crossed the Atlantic years ago, where he met the love of his life, Laura, and quickly decided the U.S. was worth sticking around for. He built a life full of music, laughter, food, beer, travel, and projects. He was a "family man". Making connections and being with loved ones was everything to him. The loss of his mother, Winifred, when he was 21 was probably the worst day of his life. Next to meeting Laura, one of his proudest moments, later in life, was reconnecting with his son, daughter-in-law and grandson. However, he not only loved and supported his family, but his "friends" and any "horrid rug rats" that came along with them, were his family, too.
A self taught player, Dave could make six strings sing without ever reading a note of music. He learned by ear. He met many of his best friends by playing, including Paul, Mike, Rudy & Ryan. His music was what caught Laura's eye, and throughout their life together, she was his biggest supporter and fan. With that support, he never hesitated to support any other aspiring musician, whether it was teaching them how to play, investing in their first instruments, or producing and recording demo tapes in his home-based recording studio.
Dave and Laura were married November 29, 1986 and just celebrated their 39th anniversary. He and Laura stayed busy hosting epic parties, cooking delicious food and spoiling their friends and family in whatever ways they saw fit. They traveled the world, always taking anyone that was willing to come along & experience new things, to usually include: gourmet food, drink, castles and theatre. One of their favorite plays, The Phantom of the Opera, they saw 18 times!
Dave enjoyed cultivating the love of music in others. He loved to buy his nieces & nephews their first "real" stereo. After helping to set it up, he would show them how to test it out, properly, by blasting the Phantom of the Opera theme song. He once took a couple of year olds to their very first concert . . . Metallica. While the kids were inside having the time of their lives, Dave was sneaking beer into the venue and enjoying it like a teenager himself. That was Dave: giving the kids an unforgettable night while finding his own way to have just as much fun.
When he wasn't playing music, he was "going on" about airplanes, tinkering with anything that had an engine, creating works of art with wood or just enjoying a cold draft. He loved to have a project, which usually required having at least one of his family members or friends involved, and always involved taking a while to get going and ample time for a meal and a drink (or two!). A barrage of jokes and drinks were always included. And, youngsters got to do the kinds of things only a "fun uncle" would allow when the parents aren't looking, like swinging sledge hammers dangerously close to the house and tasting his beer. Whether he wanted the help or just wanted them to do the work while he enjoyed a pint, remains a family mystery.
He loved boating and fishing, despite being afraid of being in water. However, he thoroughly enjoyed trying to throw friends and family off the "waterweenie" at high speeds - broken noses and other injuries be damned! He loved cars and would, sometimes, let his "favorite" nieces and nephews drive them. He was often the first to introduce others to British humor, such as Mr. Bean, Monty Python, & Fawlty Towers. Surprisingly, he was also quite the aficionado of American humor, such as Beevis and Butt-Head. When he would get together with certain people, there would be a constant string of "heh heh, heh, heh, heh, heh" after every questionable joke!
Due to his love of joking & humor, there was no end to the inside jokes and funny adventures that each person in his life got to share with him. As his nieces that lived closest to him, we have a long list of things that make us laugh, still. Some of them being: "Watch the dog sh!t!", threatening to snip off a stuffed bunny's ears, "Whoosh!", "Pig!", "Why are Tetley's back legs so long? Do they need to be snipped?", and "Do worms have spleens?". And the list goes on . . .
Dave was preceded in death by his father: Walter Robson, and his mother: Winifred Scaife. He leaves behind his beloved wife, Laura; sisters: Judy Robson & Carol Peterson; son, daughter-in-law & grandson: Simon, Joanne, & Josh Robson; father-in-law & mother-in-law: Ed & Zandra Johnson, loads of nieces and nephews, cousins, and other family on both sides of the ocean; countless friends; and his sweet puppy and best beer mate, Tetley. This family is very grateful to Dr. Josef Prchal and his team at Huntsman Cancer Institute for their amazing work and support that gave us all an additional 10 years with Dave to create a full lifetime of stories that will be retold with laughter, disbelief, and the occasional "don't try this at home."
We'll celebrate Dave's life the way he lived it - with music, good beer, and the kind of stories that make you shake your head and smile. And somewhere out there, we're sure he's already found his mom, a guitar, a hangar full of planes, and a barstool with his name on it.
In lieu of flowers, please donate to the Huntsman Cancer Institute Hematology Department.