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Rob led an extraordinary life, and we are so glad to have had him in ours.
Dad, we love you.

When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2011, he started putting together an autobiography of sorts for us to remember him by. Included are some philosophical thoughts on "the end," along with a wealth of pictures, drawings, and writing on various topics.

We wanted to share some of these with you all, starting with this:

Birth is the beginning of the end. So much had to precede it: the universe had to create itself, the Earth had to form just so, life had to evolve, my parents had to meet, you get the idea. My life is the flower of the last 13.7 billion years of things happening. Flowers don’t last.

Some believe in cycles. This is because their minds recoil from the concept of non-being: you can’t be going nowhere, so you can’t have come from nowhere. Just face it: you care, but the universe doesn’t. And that, really, is the beauty of it. Natural forces do what they will, and we are one of the results.

And also, we need to continue working on that “doesn’t last” bit. We can do better.

-Not sure who wrote this.

We would love you to share your memories of him, but instead of putting them on social media, please write your stories below. You can upload photos as well.