Marissa Zweigler
in honor of Robinson.
I share many, many memories with my dad - some good, some great, and some we would rather forget. While dad gifted me many things throughout life, both material and intellectual, we shared a strong love for motorcycles. Dad was stubborn, sometimes that worked in my favor, and of course sometimes it didn't, but when doctors told me I'd never ride a motorcycle again, dad drove me to all the local dealerships and had me sit on every motorcycle in sight until one fit right. Ten years later, I still own that motorcycle, and will continue to ride on in his memory. He will join me on those trips, I know. He always side, ride the carefree highway.
Will miss him until the end of my time, his oldest daughter,
Marissa
