How can one truly grasp the happiness I experienced when Robinson dove into the Los Angeles pool, played on the golden sands of the Great Dunes, or shared a kiss with me in an ancient temple? These moments held deep significance, and it is difficult to convey their essence through simple words. Robinson’s presence meant the world to me, and his laughter was like a beautiful peal of bells, filled with joy and wonder.
He was a magical person, considering even Slim Jims as their own food group and captivating everyone with his guitar and singing, whether in a hospital or a park. His charisma and warmth drew people in, making every moment with him memorable and impactful. Robinson’s spirit and the joy he brought lingered long after these moments, leaving a lasting impression on my heart.