Robin was that type of person, someone who everyone enjoyed being around, and a person I never heard anyone say a negative word about.
Despite her impressive success in her field, her deal was her family, particularly her children. Robin’s life revolved around work and getting to the games, and it will be sad the first time I walk into the gym and not see her sitting with the other parents.
Robin meant a lot to me. She was so complimentary of the Index’s sports coverage, and I have yet to and probably will not erase the last text she sent to me – a day before she passed – thanking me for putting a picture of Bethany playing volleyball in the paper.
She never needed to thank me for anything. When she did I thanked her right back for allowing me the opportunity of watching her talented and polite children play sports.
Robin meant a lot to me, but on Friday night I saw how much she meant to this community.
I knew everyone loved her, but the outpouring of love for Robin spontaneously came out immediately after the Rams Homecoming game – a game where youngest son Braxton was on the Homecoming Court with his sister Bethany as his escort.
As I walked down from the press box and onto the field after the game to interview Rams head coach Chuck Lawrence, I felt that something wasn’t normal.
As my feet hit the field I noticed football players, cheerleaders, trainers and coaches crying and hugging.
Before I had a chance to process what I was seeing, Index reporter Clint Foster, who had been on the sidelines taking photos, told me the fire chief, Robin Allen, had died.
Apparently, no one on the sidelines was told of Robin’s death until the teams walked off the field after shaking hands.