This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Robert Butler, 61, born on August 6, 1953 and died on January 14, 2015. We will remember him forever.
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Leave a tributeAs a school psychologist, I attended two lectures where Bob presented some of his OHSU research regarding strategies to increase childrens learning and attention. The presentations were excellent and I left with several viable strategies to use right away in the classroom. Bob cared about the work he did and he cared about seeing kids get better after cancer. He had a big heart and is in my prayers.....
What I remember best about Bob is his sense of humor. My favorite story was of him relaying the story of himself singing the Barney song to his pediatric patients….multiple times. We will miss him and his wit. Allen
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As a pre-doctoral intern under Bob’s tutelage at OHSU I was quite frankly terrified of him. He’d return my apparently pathetic report attempts covered in red ink with such comments as, “Karla, you might want to think about reviewing your High School grammar book.” I first caught a glimpse into another side of Bob when, after a few days of high pressure sales I was the only intern to buckle and “volunteer” to watch Molly-Bob for the weekend. I was amazed to find my hard-nosed, tie-sporting supervisor living in a place filled with music, color, and several pieces of his own artwork. I was amazed to find a note on the counter stating, “by the way, Molly is in heat, here’s 5 bucks for your trouble.” As hoped, my sacrifice yielded a just perceptible softening in our subsequent supervision sessions…but he still scared me. When after a brief educational interruption for motherhood I decided to pursue post-doctoral training in neuropsychology, I came to know Bob in an entirely different manner. Not only as an incredibly supportive mentor, but as a much-valued friend. Like an out-of-town relative who you only see once in a while, Bob would greet me warmly each year at INS and dive right into gathering every last detail about my life since we last met until he deemed us sufficiently all caught up. (The difference from the relative being, Bob always made me feel like he was genuinely interested.) From there would ensue several days of pure fun that left my stomach aching not as much from the requisite conference over-indulgences but the hours of pure belly laughs only Bob could inspire. He was hilarious, brilliant, cranky (I was still just a wee bit scared of him), sensitive, and thoughtful. And for the last 10+ years his thoughts were clearly never far from Sarah. Bob apparently didn’t wholly succeed in curing me of my love for superfluous adjectives and run-on sentences but he taught me so much more- about being a clinician before a neuropsychologist and about life, balance, priorities and friendship. There is a tall, warm, toothy-grinned, ripped-sweatshirt-wearing hole in my heart.