Robin

My big sis… By the time I was moving around and forming a personality, Robin was beginning her teenage years.

She was always doing something mysterious or of interest in her room. Whenever I was allowed in I’d gravitate to the record collection and endlessly pore over every detail of the album art and she’d share stories about the bands.

She was out of the house before too long and by then I was busy navigating growth spurts and bad haircuts.

Fast forward many years and she’d started a family of her own and guided her kids to be resilient, resourceful and most of all? Caring souls.

When folks ask me about my sister my response is prompt: “She’s the rock.”

This is evident in the most trying of times, and all the others in-between—she’s always there with strength and fortitude.