Matthew Sidden

Matthew Sidden, 58, of Spotsylvania, Va., died Monday, Aug. 9, 2021. Matt was born May 31, 1963, in Elkin, N.C., a son of Walter Clay Sidden and Nancy Franklin Sidden, both of whom preceded him in death. He is survived by the love of his life, his wife, Rebecca Johnson Sidden of Spotsylvania; and two brothers, Micah Sidden (Leanne) of North Wilkesboro and Mark Sidden (Connie) of Kernersville, “with whom he shared the home where he spent so many happy days in the bosom of his family; a refugium, if you will.” He is further survived by two nieces, Ashleigh S. McGlamery (Philip) of North Wilkesboro, Logan S. Shomaker (Preston) of North Wilkesboro; one great-nephew, Maverick McGlamery; three great-nieces, Amelia McGlamery, Eleanor McGlamery, Lochlan Shomaker; mother-in-law, Marjorie Emmert Johnson; his beloved dogs, Sophie and Scooter; and many, many friends.

Matt graduated from Wilkes Community College, and then Appalachian State University, majoring in Computer Sciences. This took him on a career path that included ECMD, Cisco and finally to Amtrak, where he was the Senior Director of Enterprise Architecture. When they tried to offer him a lowlier position along the way, Matt said, “Now hold on boys! Who’s the head honcho around here? Ain’t ya’ ever heard of negotiation?” He was also a certified ScrumMaster. (Really. Google it.) Matt’s interests were both broad and deep. He loved music, nearly all styles and genres, and played keyboards in several 80s bands, including Phantasm, which, like the Beatles, never got a recording contract with Columbia Records. Even more than playing in the band, he had a passion for the sound and lighting work behind the scenes. His favorite movies were all Marvel films (yes, even that one) and “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou,” once stating that he wanted quotes from George Clooney’s character, Everett, incorporated into his obituary when he died. Matt was obsessed with space and space travel. He would stop his workday to watch the launch of a new rocket. Fortunately, he lived to see two billionaires blast themselves into space before his passing, optimistically basking in their accomplishment. When some of us used Facebook to mock said billionaires, Matt replied, “The personal rancor reflected in that remark I don’t intend to dignify with comment, but I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism.” Matt was a romantic. He and Rebecca enjoyed many visits to the theater, and to hear live music concerts. He enjoyed hiding gifts for her to find. Rebecca’s last birthday gift, a glass Cinderella pumpkin, arrived after Matt had “moved on to the land where it’s nothin’ but feather beds’n silk sheets.”

A memorial service will be held at Peace Haven Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro, Oct. 2, 2021, in the Family Life Center. “All’s well that ends well, as the poet says.”

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the American Heart Association, or to the charity of the donor’s choice.

The coroner said that Matt’s heart was enlarged slightly. But everyone who knew Matt was well aware that the coroner’s opinion was a drastic understatement. Matt had one of the largest hearts one could ever hope to find.

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