Malcolm Robinson
Sonnet 19: “Devouring time, blunt thou the lion’s paws. And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws; And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; but I forbid thee one more heinous crime: O, carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow, and draw no lines there with thy antique pen! Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men. Yet, do thy worst old time! Despite thy wrong, My love in my verse shall ever live young.” William Shakespeare.
During the cycle of life, we are faced with losing a loved one. And as life goes on, days rolling into nights, it will become apparent that we never really stop missing someone special who’s gone, we just learn to live around the gaping hole of their absence. When we lose someone like you Ray, it is hard to imagine never again hearing your beautiful baritone voice and not seeing, of course, your smile. Lawrence Ray Robinson, my dear cousin, you will never be forgotten. You shall always live on in the hearts of your Brazilian family. Rest in Peace my brother, until we meet again.