What a stark reminder of the fragility of our time here. 

Just a week or two ago I ran into Robyn on the bus.  She didn’t recognize me for a minute because I’ve been growing my hair out and she was remembering me with a beard.  I missed her for a minute because she was wearing knit cap on her way home from chemo.  It was almost a joint senior moment as we sat across from one another and slowly realized who we were.  We chatted briefly.  I asked her how it was going and she said, “It’s going”, with a roll of her eyes that signified it was going, but not easy. But, in classic Robyn style, she did not complain.

I will always remember her because of her hard work, her unwavering commitment to community and environment, and her sly sense of humor.  I’ll remember her whizzing around the city on her bike.  I’ll remember her courage and wisdom in the public affairs she engaged.

Her passing is a great loss to us all.  She will be missed.

A sad loss of a true ally to all, not only her friends but also her adversaries, though they might not have known it at the time. I will always remember the very first words she wrote to me: “I am not a believer in letting mercury lie in the bay. I think that it should be removed.”

I did not know Robyn well, but I always admired her confident public speaking style and her advocacy for causes she believed in.  Her positive effect on others was palpable, at a forum, at a party or just out in the world.  She was also an excellent writer.  Whenever I saw an article by Robyn in the Whatcom Watch, I always knew it would be well-crafted and worth reading from start to finish. 

I recall Robyn speaking before a Bellingham City Council meeting a few years ago on Council’s handling of a water quality issue.  She wanted to get her point across without it sounding like criticism of the Councilmembers.  She prefaced her remarks by saying,  “Please don’t take this the wrong way, because I love you all…”  It was such an honest and classy moment, because every Councilmember knew that Robyn indeed loved them.  And they loved her. 

It is a rare person that can engage a forum in such an elegant and effective way. 

Robyn was that person.

Robyn was a role model for us all, on how to get things done, with love.

She was our Baykeeper, head of Re-Sources, and advocate for the waterfront clean up when we all needed a heads up and education. And most recently, she spearheaded the initiative process to keep all 82 acres of Chuckanut Community Forest in public hands, by helping create the CCF Park District.

She will be sorely missed.

Yes, Robyn will be greatly missed. She was a wise, caring, and very committed person. When I was in a leadership position with Sustainable Bellingham, I always enjoyed collaborating with Robyn at RE Sources; she was always supportive of our smaller, more grassroots non-profit. When we started Transition Whatcom, she was also supportive, and as well gave us some straight forward and extremely wise advice about fitting in to the ecology of sustainability groups in Whatcom County.

Others have mentioned her very excellent communication skills - that rare ability to be totally honest in sharing her feelings about an issue without personal blame or attack. I remember having a miscommunication with Robyn once that was totally my fault. Rather than ignoring it and carrying a grudge, she called me to share her feelings and to hear my side of the story. We cleared it up, and by the time the call ended I was thankful for the critique and the way it was delivered, and came away with an even greater level of respect for this woman.

She did indeed have a gift for respectful public engagement and an inner compass that kept her true to what mattered, without giving up an ounce of passion.  Robyn was a rare leader, and one of Bellingham’s best.  This hits hard. 
When you live in a small town like Bellingham, over the years you see life’s events as a slow parade—the unions, the births, the coming together and the breaking apart; colors fade, the lines and the gray strands slip in; people come and go, and some of them leave, like Robyn—and it just break your heart.  What I wouldn’t give to run into her one more time on a quiet, Bellingham afternoon.  It was always a pleasure.  Often I noticed her pearl earrings and couldn’t help thinking how they were some kind of reflection of her inner glow.  Robyn was a pearl in Bellingham’s oyster…
I hope the community can come together and find a way to honor her leadership and the person she was.  It would be nice to do it with a place, because clearly, Robyn had a sense of place.

I like the idea to name Chuckanut Ridge after Robin.  She not only initiated the ridge but she also helped spark the leaving of Georgia Pacific Company, a company reputed to be the probable cancer culprit of many and now the nightmare clean up mess.  We need more like her to come up with the best ideas for clean up of all t he toxins that company left behind.

I worked with Robin years ago at Tony’s Coffee Shop before she became pregnant with Amanda.  My daughter remembers Robin helping Amanda and my daughter’s class bring salmon to Connelly Creek.  I remember Robin working with Huxley students to make Bellingham residents aware that Georgia Pacific, the greatest polluter in Bellingham, was getting water for a ridiculously small amount.  That group spear headed getting rid of GP and making it possible for residents and tourists to appreciate more of Bellingham’s waterway.  Hopefully more people will figure out ways to clean up this beautiful bay,
I saw Robin a week ago at the B Coop and she was looking so good I thought she would for sure fight the horrible fight so it is hard to accept she is gone.

Robyn had a great mind, a great passion for her work, and most importantly great compassion. That is one reason that she had the respect of so many people of diverse interests in our community. Robyn tried to remain conscious of the need to act with respect and compassion toward others. I suspect that this came fairly easy to her, because she was at her core a kind human being.
Robyn was my next door neighbor and backyard chicken partner. I recall one day years ago when we met in the alley and she asked how I was doing. “Not very well”, I said. I was despairing over the general state of environmental degradation and the immediate struggle over Chuckanut Ridge. She gave me a big hug and a knowing look and a smile of understanding -she understood very well what I was experiencing. Later that day she loaned a book of Mary Oliver poetry to me - a perfect soothing gift.

Check out the Whatcom Watch April 2015 issue that lists the many WW articles she wrote over the years and also presents a fine one to live by.