Years ago, around 1980 I think, I said to my therapist that my greatest fear wasn't that I would kill myself, but that I wouldn't. Now, 34 years later, I'm not sorry I stayed.

Robin lived 63 years. We don't know if he killed himself or not, but we know he was struggling and depressed. Still, he has touched so many lives with strength, inspiration, and laughter. He blessed mine many times over. I think that matters. And I hope and trust that the grief and struggle for him have evaporated now.

I believe that for a person as different, intelligent, and gifted as he was, the fact that he often felt alienated, empty, and alone is understandable. Whatever happened at the end, the life he lived was worth something, and so is ours.