In November a young woman named Robyn passed away quite suddenly of pancreatic cancer. She simply felt ill at the beginning of November and by the end of the month she had passed on.
She was only 34 years old.
She’s wife to Paul. Mommy to Spencer and Kylie. Daughter to Sherril. She’s a sister. A friend. An actress. A reader. A writer. A good listener. She loved to sing. She was awesome at Scramble. She was so smart.
I wish I’d known her better. Adrian and her husband, Paul, are friends. They didn’t live far from us, but we each had our own lives and concerns. Robyn and I just didn’t hook up. But her passing came as a blow. Naturally. She’s a young mom. She had wonderful plans for her future. It’s such a great loss.
I’m so sad for her family…her children. They’re 4 and 7 yrs old. Her husband, Paul, is a hero. He’s being so strong having to be mommy and daddy now, and he’s doing wonderfully. I’m sure it’s so hard, though. I think of all the little things that daddies don’t normally have to worry about. I’m worried about it him, too. As we all move on with our lives his grief deepens.
When Robyn passed, Paul set up a memorial Facebook page. I go on there every once in awhile when I think of her and cry when I read the continued messages of shock and memorandum. Some time back, her brother posted a poem written by a close friend in Robyn’s memory. The poem touched me so deeply that I asked permission to share it on my blog. He just gave me permission to do so…
Daily we toil through this mortal coil
Towards goals we believe are of worth
We strive for what’s right, and to spread forth our light,
As we pass by our time here on Earth
In our faith we all know, the seeds …that you sow
Bear the fruits of our love and our spirit
And we all know the call will be made to us all
We just hope we are old when we hear it.
But when someone so young is called to be among
Those who have passed into God’s hands
We always ask why, “Why did they have to die?”
And we question just where our faith stands
But before we lay blame, or curse on His name
Reflect on the life that was lead
For the measure of worth, is not how long we’re on Earth
But what we have done here instead.
Robyn’s life was so brief, which deepens our grief
But the flame of her life was so bright
She gave us so much, and the lives she did touch
Will forever be changed by her light
In this time of sorrow, from Robyn’s life borrow
The teaching of how one should endeavor
To shine with such power, up to our f…inal hour
Until we can once more be together.
So now as we toil through this mortal coil
From Robyn’s great legacy we know
It’s not how long we live, but how much we give
That defines how much in our lives we did sow.
In loving Memory of Robyn
By Gregory B Venus