Robyn had a neural-muscular disease and had to use a wheelchair. The article her mom wrote was about these new herbal supplements Robyn was taking and how they returned the sensation to her legs. For the first time in years she could feel mosquitoes biting her legs.
It goes on to say that the supplements gave her more energy. She slept a lot less and was able to go back to school full time. Part of the reason things didn’t work between us was that I was going to school and working and she was doing neither and our lives were just pulling us in opposite directions. I remember, at her funeral, listening to her eulogy and hearing all the changes she had made in her life between the time we broke up and the time she died. She was working, going to school, volunteering, she was sober. I couldn’t help but think that if we had gotten back together when she wanted to, things would have been different. I might have been with her when she died.
For some reason, the idea of her sitting in her back yard, excitedly telling her mother that she can feel mosquitoes biting her legs, that what would be an annoyance to most people was a miracle to her, just breaks my heart.
It was weird reading her mother’s writing. I’d never met her mother until the day of the wake. We spoke for a minute or two before I started crying so bad I couldn’t speak. I don’t think she had any idea who I was.
The article was written two years before Robyn died. The last line is: “There is hope!”