John "J" Robinson

Driving up a Mountain road outside of Ruidoso, New Mexico. I remember sitting in the backseat of my Mom´s 1995 Chevy Impala and hearing my Mother, in a hushed tone, "J. Louis, don´t say that". Imploring my Sister to tell me what my Dad had offered, Lauren had a giggled expression that wasn´t exaggerated and she replied "Daddy said if that Old Fart (referring to the cyclist climbing the mountain road) can do it so can he!". In roughly two weeks time I will be forty years old. I remember when...

May loving memories bring you peace, comfort, and strength. Those who pass on, God keeps in his memory because they are precious in his eyes. My sincerest condolences. (Psalms 116:15)

Sincere condolences to the family of John Robinson. Our Heavenly Father will comfort and strengthen you as you mourn the loss of your loved one.
(Psalm 94:18,19)

I am sorry to hear of your loss. Please accept my condolences. May the love of God, friends and family carry you through your grief. 2nd Thessalonians 2:16,17.

He was a Ball Player.
He was a Father.
He was my Best Friend.
I have rode into the darkness, brought light to others in their path, been discarded but to myself. Each time ever further. The night will come, so too, shall the day. I distinguish the two as such; darkness and light are temporary, my spirit the only permanent. So should I remind myself that in each, I am built.