In Loving Memory of Robert Douglas Reid
February 24, 1962 – August 11, 2025
With respect and reflection, we share the passing of Robert Douglas Reid, who left us in Edmonton, Alberta, on August 11, 2025, at the age of 63. Born on February 24, 1962, in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Robert’s life was one of complexity—marked by challenges, independence, and moments of simple joy.
Robert learned the craft of baking from his father, Robert Reid Sr., a skill he carried with pride. Some of his fondest memories were spent alongside his dad—collecting rocks, working together, and building soap box cars with his dad and Marge. He enjoyed camping trips with his mom, dad, and three sisters, creating cherished memories surrounded by nature. He also loved fishing and the game of pool, where his focus and competitive spirit could shine.
Robert was the father of eight beautiful children who will forever be part of his legacy. While life brought its share of hardships and distances, the gift of those children remains one of his most lasting contributions to the world.
Life was not without its difficulties for Robert, and these challenges often led him to keep his distance from others. Yet, his journey is a reminder that every life has depth, and even in times of struggle, there are moments worth remembering.
Robert will be remembered for his talents, the times he shared with those close to him, and the unique path he walked. May he now find peace and rest.
Saying goodbye is so difficult but I’m thankful you’re released from the difficulties of this life. If only I could have seen you one more time,to see your face,to hear your voice and to hear you laugh.
No matter the distance or time apart,you’ll always be my brother. I can only say goodbye with painful tears. I’ll miss you.
😢❤️
Rest peacefully brother.
Love you. Your big sister Marg
Give Mom a big hug and kiss from me when you see her. 💕
I’m so sad you have left us. I will always remember how high you could throw a frisbee. I was always amazed. And that one time I asked you what was that bump in your throat? He replied I accidentally swallowed the fruit magnet on grandma and grandpa‘s fridge. I believed him for so many years and I was shocked when I finally found out it wasn’t true. But I thought it was hilarious and I still tell the story about it. There’s so many other memories that I will cherish forever. The last time I saw you, was when you and I were sitting on a bench, looking out a window and talking. We were at the hospital while unfortunately, grandma laid in the hospital bed. I’m so glad I got to hug you one last time. I’ll always remember the memories we shared as I grew up. I love you, uncle Bobby. Now you may rest in peace. ♥️
Until we meet again Dad