Robson Abbott

My deepest condolences go out to Jeanne, whom I knew before and after Robson was born, as well as to his sister Ambre, and his companion, Anjuli, and her sons. I have two memories of Robson. The first is of a time when he was very tiny, in a stroller, and his mother, Jeanne walked over to my apartment in Anchorage on a nice day, to say hello. The second is a few months later perhaps, when I visited their house in Anchorage and saw baby Robson again, in a onesie, being kissed and cuddled by his dad, who had just come home from work. He was a cute baby and was in good spirits both times I saw him. I later happened to see his name on Facebook and followed his photography page. My heart is very heavy from this loss, though I knew him so little and so long ago. Much love to all, from Kathryn Hettinga Johnson.

Robson I love you buddy! I still laugh when I think about your insights. And yes I have I have a firm understanding of the obvious! Rip my friend.