[A thoughtful recollection from Emory R. Guest written to Robin’s brother Sperry]
I am Uncle Bill’s second son (if he had one). I enjoyed having lunch at their house every Friday for a year or two. Most of the time Robin would be able to join us. I really enjoyed helping her set the table or bring out drinks to the patio table. But most of all, cloth napkins. She wouldn’t settle for anything less even though it was just a sandwich whipped up in the kitchen with spare items, often a fried Reuben sandwich. She had my napkin and napkin ring assigned to me to use each time I came over.
The reason I enjoyed helping her in any way I could is because she made me feel loved, comfortable and welcome from the first moment I met her. She always greeted me with a big smile and kiss which I returned with pleasure. I truly felt like she was my companion as much as Uncle Bill’s during our Friday lunches. If I had to come up with one thing negative to say about her to save my life, I would just start praying for mercy because I would be on my way to meet the Lord. But what was up with that art she hung on the walls? It sure made for some interesting conversations when I brought my two young sons over for family gatherings.
I love your sister and am sad that I didn’t get to have more time to enjoy her. Another reason to look forward to eternity in Heaven I suppose.
With love,
Emory