Michael Wroblewski

On December 28, 2020, Michael Joseph Wroblewski, loving husband, father, brother, and friend, died at home of complications from a heart arrhythmia.

Michael was born on May 9, 1958, and grew up ...well, let’s just say he got older... in Burlington, Wisconsin, and attended college at UW-Madison, where he met his future wife Beth-May, and created life-lasting friendships including those cool cats from Club Daddy-O North. Although life and circumstance would take him out of state briefly, he returned to his native Wisconsin. A lover of the arts: acting; music; singing; painting; writing; and designing came naturally to him and he, in turn, shared those incredible talents through his career and personal life. His art was featured weekly for many years in the Saturday Lifestyle section of the Waukesha Freeman newspaper, he was commissioned for several murals scattered throughout Wisconsin, and with a lifetime of artistic experience he ended his career providing services to aid small businesses and individuals establish their brand identity, as well as making logos, maps, and materials for the Wisconsin Department of Health Services.

Michael was a loving father of two daughters, Maia and Sonja, who share his artistic and humorous traits. A true and literal Renaissance Man, the RenFaire was a tradition Michael insisted his family attend annually, in full costume, often on the hottest day of the year. Although a required family outing, the day was filled with excitement, opportunities for memory-making encounters, and added another unique aspect to an already quirky family.

He was known for his wild, wacky, and borderline appropriate sense of humor. He tried to bring out the funny side of any situation and had a gift for making the ordinary hilarious. One of his favorite pieces of non-sequitur life advice was: “never kick a skunk.” He enjoyed sitting on his deck with a good scotch, and the occasional cigar (when the wife wasn’t looking) brainstorming unique and somewhat helpful pieces of random life advice to a series he created called: “Grandma’s Drunken Proverbs,” and other original and random one-liners, often using social media as his platform for bringing these unique gems of wisdom to the masses.

Michael studied and practiced the philosophies and art of Aikido and was a member of the Marshall Dojo where he not only practiced, but also provided his skills to support the Dojo.

Michael is survived by his wife of 39 years, Beth-May, his daughters Maia Stitt and Sonja Jackson, son-in-law James Stitt, mother-in-law Sarah Seegers, sister Ellen Austin, sister-in-law Jayne Wroblewski and brother and sister-in-law Mark and Melinda Seegers, nieces Jennifer, Paula, Katie, Laura, nephew Simon and cousins. He was preceded in death by his parents Edward and Patricia, beloved brother Jon and dear cousin Bob Biedron. He brought humor, unconditional love, and steadfast support to our lives. He will be dearly and forever missed.

Consistent with Michael’s wishes, he was cremated. A celebration of his life will be held, when it is again safe to gather, and will include Viking-influenced observances. In lieu of flowers, his family encourages donations to Employment Resources’ “Michael Fund,” a charitable fund set up in his memory. The fund will provide supports, not available through other sources, for people in need.  Donation Center ⋆ Employment Resources, Inc. (eri-wi.org)

In accordance with what we believe very well may have been his last wishes, we ask the next time you encounter a stranger, look them squarely in the eye, tell them sternly and seriously “Never. Kick. A. Skunk.” Maintain eye contact for several seconds too long before turning and sashaying, strutting, or dancing away; leaving them slightly bewildered, with a great piece of advice, and a memorable story to tell.

Private services will be held.