just like a white winged dove
Christmas always reminds me of my best friend. Her name was Robin. She was beautiful, inside and out, a gentle spirit stronger than most of us will ever be.
This will be my 20th Christmas without her laughter, yet I still hear it.
It's the only friendship that I've ever had or... well, I'm not going to say ever will have. We just started out together at 15 years old. She kind of walked me through life. And, as I questioned would there be life after Fleetwood Mac, I certainly questioned would there be life after Robin. Then I found that there is life after Robin, except that it's not the same, not near as special. There's a spirit gone, and that's why I'm really dedicated to this The Robin Anderson Memorial Fund
That's why I will do anything I have to do to make as much money to get rid of this disease as I can because I would really never want anyone to experience losing someone as beautiful as her in this horrible way.
She [Robin] taught me how to sing. She taught me how to use my voice. She made very sure before she left this planet that I was all right, that my voice was all right. I don't have problems with my voice now, but I did and it took us years to fix it. Robin was one of those people [who] when she walked in the room everybody looked. She was breathtaking, and that's why it's so wild that she could possibly have died. It just doesn't make any sense at all.
I was so devastated that I thought I was gonna die with her. I really did. It was hard for me to come back from the fact that I knew I wouldn't see Matthew, her son, again for many years.
And so I moved to the beach. I moved to the beach for spiritual solace, for sanctuary. And it helped. For me to go out and just sit on a blanket and take my tape recorder and a pad of paper and a pencil and just look at the ocean and write. And give her up, you know? And, you know, if anything like that ever happens to me again, I'll probably move right back to the beach. Either that, or I'll go home to the desert. Because those two places are my strongholds.
Those are the two places I have my homes now too.
A desert in Arizona and a beach in California.
Right now I'm in a room that has french doors and looks out over the ocean. Kind of close to Sunset and Pacific Coast Highway which is on the way to Malibu.
The ocean is dramatic - when you live on a mountain by the sea, the ocean is so loud that it seems like it’s own person - like a spirit.
Robin's spirit, for she is forever the gypsy that remains.
This will be my 20th Christmas without her laughter, yet I still hear it.
It's the only friendship that I've ever had or... well, I'm not going to say ever will have. We just started out together at 15 years old. She kind of walked me through life. And, as I questioned would there be life after Fleetwood Mac, I certainly questioned would there be life after Robin. Then I found that there is life after Robin, except that it's not the same, not near as special. There's a spirit gone, and that's why I'm really dedicated to this The Robin Anderson Memorial Fund
That's why I will do anything I have to do to make as much money to get rid of this disease as I can because I would really never want anyone to experience losing someone as beautiful as her in this horrible way.
She [Robin] taught me how to sing. She taught me how to use my voice. She made very sure before she left this planet that I was all right, that my voice was all right. I don't have problems with my voice now, but I did and it took us years to fix it. Robin was one of those people [who] when she walked in the room everybody looked. She was breathtaking, and that's why it's so wild that she could possibly have died. It just doesn't make any sense at all.
I was so devastated that I thought I was gonna die with her. I really did. It was hard for me to come back from the fact that I knew I wouldn't see Matthew, her son, again for many years.
And so I moved to the beach. I moved to the beach for spiritual solace, for sanctuary. And it helped. For me to go out and just sit on a blanket and take my tape recorder and a pad of paper and a pencil and just look at the ocean and write. And give her up, you know? And, you know, if anything like that ever happens to me again, I'll probably move right back to the beach. Either that, or I'll go home to the desert. Because those two places are my strongholds.
Those are the two places I have my homes now too.
A desert in Arizona and a beach in California.
Right now I'm in a room that has french doors and looks out over the ocean. Kind of close to Sunset and Pacific Coast Highway which is on the way to Malibu.
The ocean is dramatic - when you live on a mountain by the sea, the ocean is so loud that it seems like it’s own person - like a spirit.
Robin's spirit, for she is forever the gypsy that remains.