How can you, through my plain and simple words, possible experience the joy i felt when Robinson jumped into that Los Angeles pool, sledded on the golden sand of the Great Dunes, or kissed me in an ancient temple? How can you understand what Robinson meant to me? His laugh was like a peal of bells. He really did consider Slim Jims to be their own food group. When he played the guitar and sang, whether it was in the cancer ward or in Tompkin's Square Park, everyone stopped to listen. He was magic
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.