Word came last Friday of the death of John W. Madden Jr. at his penthouse in Greenwood Village. He is one of the historic figures in the magnificent landscape of the area.
John Madden’s vision came true through the development of the West side of I-25, with awesome architectural buildings and structures where residents could work, play, and be entertained. He is responsible for Fiddler’s Green, once a grassy knoll, and today the hub of the Greenwood Village Entertainment District. And if that wasn’t enough, he also developed the Greenwood Athletic Club, rated one of the best facilities in the nation. He had his vast art collections, many of the paintings were donated to his beloved University of Denver. He developed the ultra-successful and chic Metropolitan Club with exquisite imported marble and exotic woods. John had impeccable taste. He had a huge footprint and The Villager deservedly named him the “Man of The Century” in 2023.
He passed away peacefully at home outliving his two dogs, “Emily” and “Bagsley.” “Black Shadow” is still a barking resident cared for by John’s diligent and personal assistant Kathi Macy. She is one of the quiet, dedicated, and loyal figures in John’s fascinating career and life. In remembering him, I think the lovely sonnet published recently in The Villager is how I want to remember the remarkable John W. Madden Jr.
“Immortality, Do Not Stand by My Grave and Weep”
By Clare Harner (1909-1997)
Do not stand
By my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep…
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint in
In the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning hush.
I am the swift, up flinging rush.
Of quit birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.