Seventy-One, my sweet sista, happy, HAPPY birthday! The blessing is my realizing and appreciating your courage, talent, intellectual horsepower, broad protective wings, and unending love...my curse is having not recognized and acknowledged these many gifts when you were alive...forgive my stubbornness and thus my self-imposed obscured vision. Not a day goes by that I don't laugh about the crazy things we experienced together as kids, nor a day that I don't miss you terribly. ∞ love! Your kid brother.
The daughter of Bonnie Gene and Grant Madsen, Rob was one of the bravest people I've known. She was a student and teacher; a safe harbor with a devilish spirit; tenacious yet patient; a complex soul who relished the beauty in simplicity; a seeker of truths...hers, yours, and mine. She lit life’s paths for so many, while quietly dancing in the shadows so as not to block the illumination.
~ Her kid brother
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Leave a tributeSeventy-One, my sweet sista, happy, HAPPY birthday! The blessing is my realizing and appreciating your courage, talent, intellectual horsepower, broad protective wings, and unending love...my curse is having not recognized and acknowledged these many gifts when you were alive...forgive my stubbornness and thus my self-imposed obscured vision. Not a day goes by that I don't laugh about the crazy things we experienced together as kids, nor a day that I don't miss you terribly. ∞ love! Your kid brother.
Eight years ago...EIGHT YEARS, kiddo.
Throughout our lives you always protected me...My voice when I would not speak...My champion when I would not fight. I so desperately hope eight years ago I was your voice...your champion in those final hours, making the decision you would have made for yourself if only you had the chance. I have relived those hours a thousand times and will a thousand more, and what lets me rest a bit easier is knowing you would have made that same decision for me.
Grief, guilt, regret, longing…these are all thieves of equal quality, and yet each plays a part in healing and increasing balanced health, and fostering the amazing gift of wonderful memories; I have those...The two of us with impish yet devilish grins closing in and maneuvering to get the first 'tickle' in on the other...What innocent, fun-filled times!
I have and continue to reach out in any way I can to let you know how much I love you...how much I regret being stubborn and pigheaded...my search for redemption...and how taking one step forward is just that on our journey.
My infinite love to you...
"I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire, Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song. And who hoarded from the Spring branches The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms. What is precious, is never to forget The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth. Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light Nor its grave evening demand for love. Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit. Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted by the waving grass And by the streamers of white cloud And whispers of wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour."
Stephen Spender's...The Truly Great
Love, your kid brother
the world today? As a kind, compassionate person, lover of nature and it’s beauty, champion of human rights and animal rights I miss your voice.
Rest in peace Robin
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Seventy-One, my sweet sista, happy, HAPPY birthday! The blessing is my realizing and appreciating your courage, talent, intellectual horsepower, broad protective wings, and unending love...my curse is having not recognized and acknowledged these many gifts when you were alive...forgive my stubbornness and thus my self-imposed obscured vision. Not a day goes by that I don't laugh about the crazy things we experienced together as kids, nor a day that I don't miss you terribly. ∞ love! Your kid brother.
Eight years ago...EIGHT YEARS, kiddo.
Throughout our lives you always protected me...My voice when I would not speak...My champion when I would not fight. I so desperately hope eight years ago I was your voice...your champion in those final hours, making the decision you would have made for yourself if only you had the chance. I have relived those hours a thousand times and will a thousand more, and what lets me rest a bit easier is knowing you would have made that same decision for me.
Grief, guilt, regret, longing…these are all thieves of equal quality, and yet each plays a part in healing and increasing balanced health, and fostering the amazing gift of wonderful memories; I have those...The two of us with impish yet devilish grins closing in and maneuvering to get the first 'tickle' in on the other...What innocent, fun-filled times!
I have and continue to reach out in any way I can to let you know how much I love you...how much I regret being stubborn and pigheaded...my search for redemption...and how taking one step forward is just that on our journey.
My infinite love to you...
Please be patient.
such a magical lady
UPDATE 10/9/20: At work, Robin and I typed (on IBM Selectrics--before computers) documents that were hundreds of pages long. We had to proofread and edit them, which often necessitated the retyping of whole pages for just a few typos. Then the printing department printed multiple copies using a mimeographic stencil printing system. Robin had the same work ethic that I had, so I appreciated her meticulous attention to detail as one of us would read, with the other following along, marking the errors. In this photo of her, she was holding a brown paper bag containing a copy of the latest printout of one of those long documents. She would sometimes take work home to keep up with the workload. She was a joy to work with and was a bright light in the office.
One leaf at a time...
A Favorite of Robin's
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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Oriah Mountain Dreamer