So those who also follow  BaldDumboRat already know, but his mother passed away in an apartment fire.

She was also like a second mother to me. She accepted me into her family and showered me with love and care as if I really was another one of her kids. This has also been especially rough for me as I also lost my cousin (who was like a sister to me) to a fire when I was only 3, so this is reopening old wounds. Both were such bright and loving people, both gave me so much love, both taken too soon.

Robin would often write poems for us or read to us on special occasions. I think I'm going to try to get back into writing, because I used to write a lot (poems, songs, stories), so I'm going to try to write more in her honor.
I wrote a poem for her, though I'm rusty I hope it still gets across my feelings.

"A Robin flew into my life,
Offering love and nurturing that I had missed.
Not caring I was not her family,
she took me in as her own.
Voice of hope,
she sang songs of bright.
Bringing care and kindness,
she touched everyone's hearts.
Wings used to write,
she lifted everyone with stories and poems.
She sang she'd wrap us in rainbows, and she did just that.
She wrapped us in rainbows.
Only in my life briefly, but always remembered.
Fly on strong wings, Robin, you will be missed.
May we meet again on the horizon."