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Deborah E. Madden, age 70, of Bronston, Kentucky, passed from this life on Thursday, June 4, 2026.
Deborah was born on December 19, 1955 to the late George Walker and Joan Alexander Walker Weiss in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
She enjoyed playing games on her iPad, cross word puzzles and driving her “bug”. She had the gift of gab and never met a stranger. She cherished her family, especially her grandchildren and loved spending time with her loving husband of 46 years, Eric.
Along with her parents, she was preceded in death by her son, Eric Scott Madden Jr., sisters Cheryl Martus and Barbara Walker.
She leaves behind to cherish her memory, her husband, Eric Madden Sr., her daughters: Emily Lindh Snyder (Michael) of Gloucester City, NJ and Elizabeth Scott Madden, brother George Walker Jr. both of Somerset; sisters: Joan Warlow, Cathy Portalatin, Moncia Walker Mounce, Tracy Walker Miller, Peggy Walker Justice, grandchildren: Aubrey, Mikey, Maggie, Amelia, Virginia, Lorelai, Violet, Waylon, Vernon and Wyatt.
The family will plan a Celebration of Life at a later date. Southern Oaks Funeral Home is entrusted with the arrangements for Deborah E. Madden.
I found out at my 78th birthday celebration that Debbie crossed the River Styx on my birthday eve. It cast a subdued spirit over the celebration of antiquity as it should.
Though we hadn’t seen each other since her Dad passed but we’ve been exchanging texts and emails the last few years and sharing pics of our individual growing families.
She did not hesitate to express her love and pride for Eric and her daughters and the joy her grand children brought her.
I pray that the love they all shared will stay with them over the coming years and the cherished memories they created will always reside in that special place in their hearts that it was created for.
I pray for all her family and that they allow themselves to mourn, it is a gift that God gives us, it will also make way for the laughter and joy that the memories will bring later and the closeness of shared thoughts and memories that will draw them closer to each other.
Bye Debbie, thanks for the brief time I was able to share with you. You will always be special, Vaya Con Dios my friend.
Carl! I had been trying to get a hold of you to tell you. I am Sorry, she loved you and showing us pictures of your new grandbaby.
Elizabeth;
You can contact me directly at Karl.Paolini@Reagan.com or text me at 302-492-1029, you can call me but this old bastard generally does not answer the phone if one is not in my contacts; the privilege, one might say, of being an antique. Please, do not hesitate to do so.
I hope this gets to you would/will be a lot easier making direct contact than through a third party.
Have been trying to get my most humble of abodes ready {packing, storing and/or moving things around} for my son’s contractor to continue to renovate the place while I still reside in it. Amazing the treasures(?) one gathers when living in a place for 30+ years, okay, okay, I’m a bit of a pack-rat. I’m also easily distracted.
I too miss your Mom even though our contact has been infrequent over the years, it was like she’d always be there to get or send a brief text or e-mail. My youngest sister is on face-book a lot {I am not on it at all btw} so when she shared the news with me from her phone at my birthday/family reunion it did cast a pale(sp) over everything that hasn’t really lifted. The last exchange we had she shared pictures of a lake where we spent {especially me} countless hours with friends, now drained and looking sad, the name was even changed, with nothing but memories to overly the present reality. Her comments seemed to be a premonition of what we know soon followed. So her last few words will stay with me until I too cross the River Styx.
Like I said, Elizabeth, don’t hesitate to contact me, God has me too busy to pass over yet. And please, give my best to your Aunts, Uncle and to your Dad.
Snail mail address:
Karl W. Paolini
4252 Westville Road
Camden-Wyoming, Delaware
19934-1428
Vaya Con Dios,
Karl “the Old and Bald”