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Family friend remembers Robin Reeves

(Family friend Lisa Sellers spoke at a Feb. 27 vigil remembering Robin Reeves, who was killed in her Thomson home on Feb. 27, 2001. The investigation remains open. Reeves' children, Hannah Neville, 13, and Joseph Standridge, 11, live with their grandmother, Faye Reeves, in Thomson. Excerpts from Sellers' statement are below.)

I stand before you this evening to celebrate the life of a dear friend. Robin lived an amazing life even though it was cut short. She was a wonderful mother, daughter and friend.

What is it we remember most when we think about Robin? I think all of you agree with me on this -- it was the joy she brought to each of our lives. She lit up any room she entered with her smile and bubbling personality. She rushed in, usually late, with a huge smile on her face. She was the kind of person whose happiness was infectious and spread to those around her. She was, to use an old cliche, "the life of the party." That is one of the things that I truly miss about her.

I was blessed to have known Robin for most of my life. I met her through my younger sister, Gina, and the close friendship the two of them shared. I remember Robin coming to our home as a young girl to hang out with Gina. Our dad would lovingly refer to her as "Red, Red Robin." They did the typical little-girl things together. One of those things that sticks out in my mind was when Robin and Gina acted out a scene from Pinocchio -- Robin was Jiminy Cricket -- she danced and lip synced a song from the movie with her little green face -- a priceless memory!! She was an extended part of our family ...

As we grew older, we continued to share our lives together. Gina and Robin became roommates after completing high school and lived in the "lap of luxury" on Cobb Street along with their neighbor Mike. I remember one very cold night when they all showed up in Winfield with a water jug of frozen goldfish (too poor to afford a fish bowl). We all stayed together to tough out the cold and eventually were amazed to witness the "rebirth" of the fish as the water thawed out in the bowl ... one of those experiences that most of you probably don't believe!! Not sure I even do!! Robin and I became closer when we carpooled to Augusta College. We often had to run by the mall with Uncle James' credit card to pick out the perfect outfit just because. ...

To Hannah and Joseph, I want to say that your mom loved you more than you will ever know. You are her legacy and she is proud of the beautiful young lady and the fine young man you are.

To Miss Faye, I want to say that you raised a wonderful, happy woman who touched all of our lives in a unique and special way. She is proud of the courage and love you show as you honor her memory and provide a loving home for her children.

To Robin's friends, I want to say that I know you are as blessed as I am for having known and loved her and to have been loved by her.

This is not the time for us to grieve her death but it's our time to celebrate her life. Don't ever forget Robin. She never wanted to see people cry. She wanted to make everyone happy. So at this moment when we are gathered here, let's all think back and remember how she touched our lives. ...

In closing, I would like to share this poem by Amanda Bradley, titled Love Lives On:

Those we love are never really lost to us,

we feel them in so many special ways,

through friends they always cared about

and dreams they left behind,

in beauty that they added to our days.

In words of wisdom we still carry with us,

and memories that never will be gone,

Those we love are never really lost to us,

for everywhere their special love lives on.

Web posted on Thursday, March 10, 2011

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